Edie Brickell & New Bohemians Little Miss s. Lyrics:
Shooting up junk in the bathroom. Makin' it with
punks on the floor. Livin' the scene out of her
limosine. Little Miss S. in her mini dress -
living it up to die in a blink of the public eye.
Day-glo paint on an electric chair. Electric dye
in her lover's hair. A pretty light in the middle
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of the night. Made up for everyone to see.
Swingin' on the branch of a broken family tree.
You got a lot of livin' to do without life. The
village idiots in her bed never cared that her
eyes were red - never cared that her brain was
dead. In the hours that her face was alive it was
a thing just to be by her side. You got a lot of
livin' to do without life.
Lyrics: Little Miss s., Edie Brickell & New Bohemians [end]