Miss United States

I’ve been to Hollywood with the palm tree streets

I’ve seen the Redwoods on my own two feet

You’ve got to live a little, learn, it’s all around you

She pulls a quick one, she’s going M.I.A.

But when you see her again, you’ll crawl back to the taste

Of her brandywine, you dig the vines between us

Did I try too hard? Did I play my cards?

Do I always end up feeling like a fool?

And I won’t

To call it my mind

It’s in a worn-out state

It’s such a fine line

For Miss United States

You’ve got to read the paper to see what they said about you