Lady sings the blues She feels so sad Just what the blues is all about She's got them bad Wants the world to know She tells her side Nothing to hide Now the world will now The blues ain't nothing but a pain in your heart

She gets everything she wants She gets everything for free She will fuck up your whole life With her little Gucci coochie Getting real paid since she livin' in L.A seem fucking bored Boy, don't touch what you can't afford

She is a little of everything Mixed up, so tough in a beautiful way She's got the world at her fingertips And she makes beauty look effortless And I want everything she is She is whatever she wants to be She hails from Boston, she hates the sounds of

On cold nights In a prayer for dawn But the daylight Isn't what she wants The concrete Calls my name again I'm falling Through the cracks I slip She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground,

Buy me a rose, call me from work Open a door for me, what would it hurt Show me you love me by the look in your eyes These are the little things I need the most in my life He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants A three car garage, her own

Oh, oh, oh, Jamie's cryin' She wants to send him a letter, yeah yeah Just to try to make herself feel better It said, "Give me" ("Give me a call sometime") But she knows what that'll get her She saw the look in his eyes And she knew better He wanted her

Let me get one more for the lady (Whatever she wants) And I don't know what you've been through But something's tellin' me you You deserve a drink or two Ain't gon' lie to you, baby Don't know where you've been Ain't gon' lie to you You look like you

You say you're livin' on the edge and I think you're hangin' from a ledge Too scared to hold the hand that wants to help you up Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun Don't forget boy you're your mama's only son She's at home and she's been praying

She gets everything she wants She gets everything for free She will fuck up your whole life With her little Gucci coochie Getting real paid since she livin' in L.A seem fucking bored Boy, don't touch what you can't afford

On down the road What I want And she knows What I'm not And I got one mile to go What she wants