She's Lily Riptide

Well, mama might've said you were one of a kind
 But she don't leave home, and she ain't done time
 Looking at the birds like I do
 They all spread their wings just like you
 The red carpet comes out when you arrive
 The crowd goes wild and you roll your eyes
 Life's hard bein' a lush
 You never know you're takin' too much
 You laugh it off when you lose control
 Nobody's born with a trash bag soul
 But girl, you make me wonder how long I've been under you
 You, with your party dress you can't keep clean
 You, with your scepter and your Singapore Sling
 Retreat to happy mountains
 And run them up and down with the blues
 And you won't catch fire for me
 And you don't like my shitty poetry
 You swear that love's a myth, a sailor's tale, it's make-believe
 But, Lily Riptide.
 Now, mama might've said you're the Venus dream
 With your Ivy League top, your amphetamine
 And your mountains of designer clothes
 And the way that you look down your nose
 But who's gonna give you the time of day
 When you're broke, in the gutter, don't know your name?
 'Cause good luck wears off, it's true
 And it might just wear off on you
 You laugh it off when you get called out
 Your real life is slapped into the ground
 Now you start to wonder, what's that flying under you?
 It ain't the carpet or the concrete, girl
 But once you thought it was the whole wide world
 Once I was a boy passing through
 But you still won't catch fire for me
 And you don't like my shitty poetry
 You swear that love's a myth, a fairy tale, it's make-believe
 But, Lily Riptide.
 She's Lily Riptide
 She's Lily Riptide