Elegant

Elegant - Brett Anderson

My elegant girl

Slept on designer sheets

Her sugar free words

Swayed to a hightech beat

With crazy stories

Of hatred and hurt

People's feelings

Were crushed in the dirt

My elegant girl

She drips out

With the leaves

Gave no interviews

In her tennis shoes

Well there's no excuse for infamy

From their college towns

To the overground

People hung on every word she breathed

My elegant girl

Moved with the hippest crowds

Whose colorful words

Were bright but

Never loud

Gave no interviews

In her mohair suits

Well there's no excuse for infamy

From their college towns

To their roundabouts

People hung on every word they breathed

When they're money's gone

What's gonna keep you warm

Can't find anyone

To take it's place

When you ain't got anything

Except your aspirin

Just remember who you stepped on when

You were an elegant girl

Who cried expensive tears

But now your sugar free words

Are fading

With the years