Nothing Precious at All

I been people watching again I think they watch me too There's a new girl at the coffee house She's got first day blues She's got red hair and a motorbike And lime green shoes A mo hair hat, and a summers dress And black tattoos And then she fly away In her high heel feet And a fire dress And she's throwing things That took her time to save it up And buy what's special Then she look around And sees what's left And it's nothing much Nothing precious at all Nothing precious at all Gonna drink herself to sleep tonight And that's nothing new She goes out almost nine, every night And gets high as the moon She takes photographs of American cars Where she went to school She likes fireworks and candlelight And fake bad news And then she fly away In her high heel feet And a fire dress And she's throwing things That took her time to save it up And buy what's special Then she look around And sees what's left And it's nothing much Nothing precious at all Nothing precious at all Nothing precious at all Is she a loner or a mother's girl That's up to you She got fine lines round her tired eyes And they're painted blue She could sleep around with anyone If she wanted to Gotta go my time is up right now Got stuff to do