Clara Bow

I didn't use you but I wish I had
 I never liked you but I wish I did
 But I wish I did
 Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea
 Or your Southern hospitality
 Your voice has a sing song quality
 And bones were made to be broken
 And bones were made to be broken
 Yes, alright, I can
 With sunburned lips I can bitch
 Yes, alright, I can
 With sunburned lips I can bitch
 About another stupid summer
 About another stupid summer
 About another stupid summer
 About another stupid summer
 Paste eaters like this sad season
 Strong women gripe
 And bite your heavy tongues
 And bite your heavy tongues
 Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea
 And on Southern hospitality
 Your voice has a sing song quality
 And bones were made to be broken
 And bones were made to be broken
 Yes, alright, I can
 With sunburned lips I can bitch
 Yes, alright, I can
 With sunburned lips I can bitch
 About another stupid summer
 About another stupid summer
 About another stupid summer
 About another stupid summer