Little Miss S. - Edie Brickell & New Bohemians

Shooting up junk in the bathroom

Makin' it with punks on the floor

Livin' the scene out of her limosine

Little Miss S. in a mini dress

Living it up to die

In a blink of the public eye

Day-glo paint on an electric chair

Electric dye in her lover’s hair

A pretty sight in the middle of the night

Made up for everyone to see

Swingin' on the branch of a broken family tree

You got a lot of livin' to do without

You got a lot of livin' to do without

You got a lot of livin' to do without life

The village idiots in her bed

Never cared that her eyes were red

Never cared that her brain was dead

In the hours that her face was alive

It was a thing just to be by her side

You got a lot of livin' to do without

You got a lot of livin' to do without

You got a lot of livin' to do without life

Heyy yeah.

All right

You got a lot of livin' to do without

You got a lot of livin' to do without

You got a lot of livin' to do without life

You got a lot of livin' to do without

You got a lot of livin' to do without

You got a lot of livin' to do without life

Heyy yeah.

All right…