Modern Savage Recordings - The Face for It lyrics

She's drunk and alone And she can't get a cab She just wants to get home And her man to get back The city makes you lose that pretty face What's a girl like you doing in this sh**ty place? There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit But she doesn't have the face for it There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit She just steps back, shakes a bit, jumps in and keeps on taking it Trying to walk straight while she's digging through her purse In her short, short skirt Trying to walk straight while she's digging through her purse In her short, short skirt Yelling on the voice mail, but he's never really there Screaming on the voice mail, but he never really cares The city makes you lose that pretty face What's a girl like you doing in this sh**ty place? There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit But she doesn't have the face for it There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit She just steps back, shakes a bit, jumps in and keeps on taking it It is time to leave But she couldn't find her keys She was tired as she tried to leave But she couldn't find her keys Screaming on the voice mail, but he's never really there Crying on the voice mail, but he never really cares There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit