You got a quick snap lock on your cold, cold heart

You got your YSL kicks and a red birthmark

In the shape of Canada

You got a quick clack walk

And a cold hard stare

And if your eyes could talk

They＇d say they just don＇t care

Before they wander off

You＇ve got your scars

And you＇ve got your birthmarks

You＇ve got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey

You＇ve got your secrets

You＇ve got your regrets

You got a fool-proof plan, for a lonely life

You won＇t be no one＇s daughter and no drunk man＇s wife

If a wife at all

It＇s a silly institution

You＇ve got your scars

And you＇ve got your birthmarks

You＇ve got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey

You＇ve got your secrets

You＇ve got your regrets

You＇re cool coy,

＇Bout your strawberry hip

It＇s you that＇s hidden by the expectations

We want to see you,

Won＇t you show us where to start?

You＇re talking trash with your replica lips

It＇s you that tickle,

In the conversation

Sweet Betty,

You＇ve got your scars and you＇ve got your birthmarks

You＇ve got Toronto hiding on your hip, honey

You＇ve got your secrets

You＇ve got your regrets

Darling, we all do

You＇ve got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart