[Verse 1]

She's drunk and alone

And she can't get a cab

She just wants to get home

And her man to get back

The city makes you lose that pretty face

What's a girl like you doing in this shitty place?

[Chorus]

There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit

But she doesn't have the face for it

There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit

She just steps back, shakes a bit, jumps in and keeps on taking it

[Verse 2]

Trying to walk straight while she's digging through her purse

In her short, short skirt

Trying to walk straight while she's digging through her purse

In her short, short skirt

[Pre-Chorus]

Yelling on the voice mail, but he's never really there

Screaming on the voice mail, but he never really cares

The city makes you lose that pretty face

What's a girl like you doing in this shitty place?

[Chorus]

There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit

But she doesn't have the face for it

There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit

She just steps back, shakes a bit, jumps in and keeps on taking it

[Post-Chorus]

It is time to leave

But she couldn't find her keys

She was tired as she tried to leave

But she couldn't find her keys

Screaming on the voice mail, but he's never really there

Crying on the voice mail, but he never really cares

[Outro]

There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit

There's a gracefulness to the way she takes a hit