With your red, red lips on your white, white face
And your twisted smile gone without a trace
With your father's money and your mother's taste
With your sister's wardrobe all cinched in at the waist
What does it matter to me?
Now that you vanished 'cross the scene
With your dancing mind and your sparkling wit
And your lettery connections that you care for not one thing
Well your jewelry dripping off your ?
But I know you're never gonna change your way
What does it matter to me?
Now that you vanished 'cross the scene
A pearl in the ocean so blue
That's what I think of when I dream about you
With your red, red lips on your old sullen skin
And your cocktail dresses made for poems
And your father's money and your mother's grace
You always want to have it your very own way
You're never gonna change
You're never gonna change your ways
You're never gonna change
But you're never gonna change
You're never gonna change
