Mr. T Experience

She looks pretty good in blue,
She's worn it out a lot,
You look good on paper too,
When actually you're not,
She's not looking anymore
For someone to feel sorry for,
So don'cha 'round no more.
She's got pretty fake eyelashes,
Slanted plastic glasses,
Everyone who passes
Says she looks beautiful,
But don't even think about
Asking her to dance,
'Cause in your sackcloth and ashes,
You're never gonna have a chance,
Sackcloth and ashes...
She smeared you with her fingerprints
Just because she could,
She's not sorry for her sins,
As long as she looks good,
How can she have so much fun
Knowing all the things she's done?
She's bad,
She's strong,
Or maybe she's stupid.
But she's got pretty party dresses,
Manic-panic tresses,
She believes that less is more
Where you're concerned,
But you can only dream about
The places that she's been
'Cause in your sackcloth and ashes,
They're never gonna let you in.
One day, maybe, you'll be way beyond
This silly habit you've put on,
Tough and strong enough
And wrong, and wrong enough
For long enough
To belong there,
But 'til that day comes along,
You'll be sullen and regretful,
Querulous and fretful,
Carrying a head full
Of evil thoughts,
And there'll be lots of girls and people
Who want to know where you stand,
But in your sackcloth and ashes
You'll never make them understand.
Sackcloth and ashes,
Sackcloth and ashes,
Sackcloth and ashes,
They're never gonna understand.