She looks ahead, she paints her toenails red
She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child

She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze

Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line
Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen

She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze

She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze

Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul
All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound

She takes every scene they steal
She fakes every pain they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern tease

She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern tease Writer/s: Chris Corner, Ian Pickering, Liam Coverdale-Howe
Publisher: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group
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