She wears her cross like a tattoo
She needs identity just like you
Life has treated her just as hard
Playing house in her own backyard
Now don't be looking for one to fall
You know she fell a long time ago
Watch her riding, rising high
In the ringside rodeo
Daisy-chain chandelier
Like a rosary
And wildwood wallpaper sloping down on me
Dreams of patent leather on a Saturday night
Wake up on Sunday with the birds at daylight
Who knows the voices in her head
A little bread and wine could raise her from the dead
She wears her cross like a tattoo
She needs identity just like you
Life has treated her just as hard
Playing house in her own backyard
Now don't be looking for one to fall
You know she fell a long time ago
Watch her riding, rising high
In the ringside rodeo
Exit arch-framed doors
Into a big ol' world
Ain't she a woman
Is she a little girl
Pillows frame the beams of a big brass bead
Pink felt heart on a blue ribbon
Hanging over her head
Fools deny that angels take us home
But you and me we got places to roam
She wears her cross like a tattoo
She needs identity just like you
Life has treated her just as hard
Playing house in her own backyard
Now don't be looking for one to fall
You know she fell a long time ago
Watch her riding, rising high
In the ringside rodeo

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