Met a girl at the party last night, With gold in her eyes, And little alibies to fool me. Had venom on her lips, Painted finger tips, Used my chest pockets To hold her cigarettes, and number, And I wonder, If I'll see her again. She said, boy if you really wanna write a song, You better stop waiting to take me home, And let me talk to you. Whatever you wanna do. Baby, don't make me wait anymore, If that other girl cared, She'd be right at the door, to stop me, And if you love her, Then come a little closer, And let me change that for you. Met a girl at the party last night, With bad ideas, but real good pills To hold me. Baby blue eyes, Without the sunshine, She locked me in her room, And took her sweet time. I wonder, if I'm just another, Notch on the post. She said, boy if you really wanna write a song, You better stop waiting to take me home, And let me talk to you. Whatever you wanna do. Baby, don't make me wait anymore, If that other girl cared, She'd be right at the door, to stop me, And if you love her, Then come a little closer, And let me change that for you. Met a girl at the party last night, With vicious intentions, To find another victim to haunt me. Twisted up knives, The back of my spine, Taryn me to pieces, The reasons I write, I wonder, if I'm just another, Ghost you used to know... She said, boy if you really wanna write a song, You better stop waiting to take me home, And let me talk to you. Whatever you wanna do. Baby, don't make me wait anymore, If that other girl cared, She'd be right at the door, to stop me, And if you love her, Then come a little closer, And let me change that for you. Met a girl at the party last night.

She holds her drink, like a cheap James Dean In the corner of the bar, out on second street Outside, they're getting wild and loud A camera flash could light up this town Beauty queen, with small town dreams A top shelf liquor at only seventeen Jenny, plays with fire, but holds all the matches If she got the chance, she'd burn this town Right down to dust and ashes Behind the barrel of a smoking gun She holds revenge on the tip of her tongue Just a runaway, out to kill someone Jenny, she's been around the block From California to Wichita She don't care much for attention Her best friends are her addictions Beauty queen, with million dollar schemes She'll steal your heart, and your diamond ring Jenny, plays with fire, but holds all the matches If she got the chance, she'd burn this town Right down to dust and ashes Behind the barrel of a smoking gun She holds revenge on the tip of her tongue Just a runaway, out to kill someone It's a few pills, bad deals, got to get out of here While we're still alive Jenny is coming home with a loaded shotgun And she's looking for a fight Red lipstick and a cigarette One wrong look and she would kill you dead Jenny, plays with fire, but holds all the matches If she got the chance, she'd burn this town Right down to dust and ashes Behind the barrel of a smoking gun She holds revenge on the tip of her tongue Just a runaway, out to kill someone

Church girls get married by twenty-one, With a white dress wedding, In the town that they're from. Two bit boys, that had too many chances, Are good for crossing fingers, And throwing sideways glances. And your mama bites back, When you say my name, And I hold my breath against you, Just the same, just the same. Cause I've been throwing my punches, Trying to pull a good fight, My head versus heart, Under interstate lights. It's three AM, I wonder where you are tonight. I'm high strung and bent, Stop to start again, Losing myself to dirty cheap sins, But I know what you want in the end. The picket fence, The two good kids, God on your side, With a sweet husband. That little house just around the bend, And a diamond ring, to remind me when. Church girls get married by twenty-one, Two weeks late at the end of daddy's gun. Better homes and garden magazines, Crack her heart, before the first anniversary. I write back when you say his name, And I hold the pen against you, Just the same, just the same. Cause I've been throwing my punches, Trying to pull a good fight, My head versus heart, Under interstate lights. It's three AM, I wonder where you are tonight. I'm high strung and bent, Stop to start again, Losing myself to dirty cheap sins, But I know what you want in the end. The picket fence, The two good kids, God on your side, With a sweet husband. That little house just around the bend, And a diamond ring, to remind me when. Church girls get married by twenty-one, Vow to love forever, But only just for fun. Black and blue, Borrowed like new, I'll break your heart baby, Just to leave you bruised, You know, cause I love you... Cause I've been throwing my punches, Trying to pull a good fight, My head versus heart, Under interstate lights. It's three AM, I wonder where you are tonight. I'm high strung and bent, Stop to start again, Losing myself to dirty cheap sins, But I know what you want in the end. The picket fence, The two good kids, God on your side, With a sweet husband. That little house just around the bend, And a diamond ring, to remind me when.