Nothing Precious At All

I been people watching again, I think they watch me too
There’s a new girl at the coffee house, she’s got first day blues
She got a red hair and a motorbike and lime green shoes
A mohair hat and a summers dress and black tattoos

And she fly away in her high heel feet
And her fire dress and she’s throwing things
That took her time to save it up and buy what’s special
Then she look around and sees what’s left
And it’s nothing much, it’s nothing precious at all
Well, nothing precious at all

Gonna drink herself to sleep tonight and that’s nothing new
She goes out almost nine, every night and gets high as the moon
She takes photographs of American cars where she went to school
She likes fireworks and candlelight and fake bad news

And she fly away in her high heel feet
And her fire dress and she’s throwing things
That took her time to save it up and buy what’s special
Then she look around and sees what’s left
And it’s nothing much, it’s nothing precious at all
Well, nothing precious at all

Well, nothing precious at all
She a loner or a mother’s girl, that’s up to you
She got fine lines ‘round her tired eyes and they’re painted blue
She could sleep around with anyone if she wanted to
Gotta go, my time is up right now, got stuff to do