Letters to Dallas (Dirty Soul)

 This is the story of a girl,
Who got her masters in running.
She keeps all things to herself
You never know when she's coming.
And she loves with such recklessness
You never know who she came for.
But when she knocks, you open the door.

She writes letters back to Dallas,
Because its where she found herself.
She puts her blood into the ink,
Cries her tears down her bathroom sink.
Isn't she just beautiful?
Right down to her dirty soul.

She has girls standing in line,
For something they can never have.
No one can really explain it,
They have boyfriends, but want her bad.
And she leaves them all wanting more,
She goes home alone, takes a pill,
Says to the mirror, fire at will.

She writes letters back to Dallas,
Because its where she found herself.
She puts her blood into the ink,
Cries her tears down her bathroom sink.
Isn't she just beautiful?
Right down to her dirty soul.

Maybe someday she'll admit it,
The secret that she always kept.
The reason she smiled so big
Was all to cover up a theft.
She was victim of robbery
Her heart stolen out of her chest
So she dances hard, and kisses lips
Cause it's all that she has left.

She writes letters back to Dallas,
Because its where she found herself.
She puts her blood into the ink,
Cries her tears down her bathroom sink.
Isn't she just beautiful?
Right down to her dirty soul