Stephanie Quayle - Ugly Lyrics

Couldn't have been but a hundred pounds
Soaking wet
All stressed out and worried
In Podunk, Missouri

I don't know how or why or when
Her daddy left
But he drove off in a fury
She grew up in a hurry

Now skinny jeans and Maybelline
Make pretty girls do crazy things
Teenage tears and bathroom mirrors
Will stick with you throughout your years
Trust me

It's all so ugly

Picket fence, two car garage
A man she don't love
But he makes six figures
And she'd thought he'd fix her

That iron gate feels more and more
Like an old bird cage
Than a way to keep out the danger
So she takes to liquor

All the champagne brunches and upperclass shine
Can't keep a woman satisfied
Swimming pools and bows and braids
And the baby thinks mama's a live-in maid

If you ask me
I think it's so ugly

So give me a rusty old grain silo
Give me good food that sticks to my bones
Thank you for that good, good man that loves me
With dirt on my hands and scrapes on my knees
The feeling at night when I wash it all clean
I'm telling you girls, it's a beautiful thing
Trust me
It's so far from ugly

Eighteen wheels and an open road
I sing my songs
All across this country
Because these people trust me

So give me a rusty old grain silo
Give me good food that sticks to my bones
Thank you for that good, good man that loves me
He loves me with dirt on my hands and scrapes on my knees
The feeling at night when I wash it all clean
I'm telling you girls, it's a beautiful thing
Trust me
It's so far from ugly