She don’t like the truth,
because the truth don’t like her.
She don’t like little babies,
because she don’t want to be a mother.
She likes cheap whiskey,
loud music and speed,
And once upon a time she liked me.
She said Baby, you ain’t wild,
I think you’re just running scared,
Because the truly wild,
Don’t plan on being spared.
She don’t believe in god,
because he don’t believe in her,
She don’t believe in love,
she don’t need no goddamn lover,
She believes that she
won’t make it to thirty,
She believes that she
can only hurt me.
She said Baby, you ain’t wild,
I think you’re just running scared,
Because the truly wild,
Don’t plan on being spared.