J Sutta - Torn Fishnets & Broken Heels

Under the makeup and lip gloss she wears
There's a scared, little girl who's alone
Lonely streets, no [?] and that stained little dress
Won't be keeping her warm in this cold

The night wipes her tears away, temptation running down her face
But tomorrow she's as good as anyone
Ain't no point in trying to justify, so keep your secrets and tell your time
And keep going, and keep going

She don't even know how she does wrong
Secrets on the tip of her tongue
But she swears by those
Torn fishnets and broken heels
Running from the scars under red lights
Girl don't let your ghosts trouble your mind
Just keep on hiding behind old
Torn fishnets and broken heels

She took a shortcut and sold off her soul
For a slice of some fame and success
Now she's paying for the bet she made, the kind she'll carry to the grave
At least there's no stains on her dress

The night wipes her tears away, temptation running down her face
But tomorrow she's as good as anyone
Ain't no point in trying to justify, so keep your secrets and tell your time
And keep going, and keep going

She don't even know how she does wrong
Secrets on the tip of her tongue
But she swears by those
Torn fishnets and broken heels
Running from the scars under red lights
Girl don't let your ghosts trouble your mind
Just keep on hiding behind old
Torn fishnets and broken heels