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 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.