Clara Bow (50 Foot Wave)

I didn't use you, but I wish I had I never liked you, but I wish I did But I wish I did Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea Or your southern hospitality Your voice has a sing-song quality And bones were made to be broken And bones were made to be broken Yes, all right, I can With sunburned lips I can bitch Yes, all right, I can With sunburned lips I can bitch About another stupid summer About another stupid summer About another stupid summer About another stupid summer Paste eaters like this sad season Strong women gripe and bite your heavy tongues And bite your heavy tongues Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea Or your southern hospitality Your voice has a sing-song quality And bones were made to be broken And bones were made to be broken Yes, all right, I can With sunburned lips I can bitch Yes, all right, I can With sunburned lips I can bitch About another stupid summer About another stupid summer About another stupid summer About another stupid summer