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