[]She might have been a nice girl
If she hadn t had a []draggy mother
She might have been a []good chick
If she hadn t had a []rotten father
She might have played the []right hunch
If she hadn t been so []narrow-minded
She might have had a []whole bunch
If she hadn t been so []far behind it
Oh does it []hurt when you know you can t []play it the way that your []beau knows
Oh does it []hurt when you know you can t []say it the way that your []beau knows
And you []know that that s the []way that the show []goes
And you []know it really has to go []on.
She drank the army s []red wine
But she never found a []moment s pleasure
She smelled the salty []sea brine
But she never found the []buried treasure
She might have played the []chords right
But the song was never []meant for singing
She might have really []broke loose
But she never made it []past the clinging
I can see that it []hurts when you know you can t []play it the way that your []beau knows
I can see that it []hurts when you know you can t []say it the way that your []beau knows
And you []know that that s the []way that the show []goes
And you []know it really has to go []on.
OUTRO: (Repeats)