Nothing Precious at All

I been people watching again
Think they watch me too
There's a new girl at the coffee house
She's got first day bluesShe's got red hair and a motorbike
And lime green shoes
A mohair hat and a summers dress
And black tattoosAnd then she fly away
In her high heel feet
And her fire dress
And she's throwing things
That took her time to save it up
And buy what's special
Then she look around
And see what's left
And it's nothing much
Nothing precious at all
Nothing precious at allGonna drink herself to sleep tonight
And that's nothing new
She goes out almost nine every night
And gets high as the moonShe takes photographs of American cars
Where she went to school
She likes fireworks and candle light
And fake bad newsAnd then she fly away
In her high heel feet
And her fire dress
And she's throwing things
That took her time to save it up
And buy what's special
Then she look around
And see what's left
And it's nothing much
Nothing precious at all
Nothing precious at allNothing precious at allIs she a loner or a mother's girl
That's up to you
She got fine lines round her tired eyes
And they're painted blue
She could sleep around with anyone
If she wanted to
Gotta go my time is up right now
Got stuff to do