Well she walks down the street <br />And she walks all alone <br />And she chokes as she cries <br />‘Cause nowhere feels like home <br />She carries <br />All of her clothes <br /> <br />She don't make a lot of money <br />She don't have a lot of friends <br />There's no respect for herself <br />And these feelings never end <br />She'd like to <br />Just disappear <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br />And she always ends up feeling sick <br />But she don't wanna quit ‘cause it feels so great <br />Dancing pretty <br />Is just a naked fear <br />A naked fear <br /> <br />Well she has a perfect body <br />And she has a pretty face <br />And her eyes are deep and lovely <br />But she can't get a trace <br />Of feeling <br />All of the stares <br /> <br />Buys a warm shot of whisky <br />And she wastes it all down <br />Everything tastes like lead <br />The unforgiving ground <br />So heavy <br />Are her bruised limbs <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />And she almost always tears her heart off <br />Like the black dress stained cheap poison product <br />Indecision <br />Far back in time <br />Did she cross the line...? <br /> <br />And she always ends up feeling sick <br />And she looks in the mirror and she don't see s**t <br />Dancing pretty <br />Is just a naked fear <br />A naked fear<br /><br />Christopher's Dead<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-pretty-is-a-naked-fear/
