Betty

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

That you try to keep a secret

You got a click-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

To hide inside their sockets

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

You've got Toronto hidin' on your hip, honey

You've got your secrets, you've got your regrets

Darlin', we all do

You got a foolproof plan for a lonely life

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

If a wife at all, it's a silly institution

Or so you keep insisting

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

You've got Toronto hidin' on your hip, honey

You've got your secrets, you've got your regrets

Darlin', we all do

You're cool, coy about your strawberry hip

It's you that's hidden by the expectations

We wanna see you, won't you show us where to start?

You're talkin' trash with your red liquor lips

It's skews the tempo in the conversation

Sweet Betty, won't you show us who you are?

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

You've got Toronto hidin' on your hip, honey

You've got your secrets, you've got your regrets

Darlin', we all do

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