Letra de Wig In A Box
On nights like this When the world's a bit amiss And the lights go down across the trailer park I get down, I feel had I feel on the verge of going mad And then it's time to punch the clockI put on some make-up And turn on the tape deck And pull the wig back on my head Suddenly, I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen Until I head home, and I put myself to bedI look back on where I'm from Look at the woman I've become And the strangest things seem suddenly routineI look up from my vermouth on the rocks A gift-wrapped wig still in the box Of towering velveteenI put on some make-up Some Lavern Baker I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly, I'm Miss Beehive 1963 Until I wake up, and I turn back to myselfSome girls, they have natural ease They wear it any way they please With their French flip curls and perfumed magazinesWear it up, let it down This is the best way that I've found To be the best you've ever seenI put on some make-up Turn on the eight-track I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly, I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett from TV Until I wake up, and I turn back to myselfShag, bi-level, Bob, Dorothy Hamill do Sausage curls, chicken wings, it's all because of you With your blow-dried, feather back, Toni home wave too Flip, fro, frizz, flop, it's all because of you It's all because of you, it's all because of you OkayI put on some make-up Turn on the eight-track I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly, I am this punk rock star of stage and screen I ain't never, never turning back