Patchwork Coquette

I don't know how to be beautiful,
I take my compliments like a hit.
I let my curls run wild and free,  
just like my two-bit heart.  
 
Ain't got no fancy stockings, ain't got no red high heels,
I'm tank tops & denim, how it looks and how it feels.  
My pretty dresses hang alone, waiting for the light,
when I strap my knives inside my boot,  
they always fit just right.
 
The boulevard's a battlefield, we sing the anthem of war.  
Today I'm a patchwork coquette, tonight I'm a nazi whore.
I've danced with the gypsies who made betrayal an art  
These last lonely tears are pearls for a broken heart  
 
If you see me in my tanker boots and dark blue summer dress,
don't you call me beautiful, cause I'm a glamorous mess.
 
(Artwork:John Seaman)