Wig in a Box / Wicked Little Town

Lyrics

On nights like this When the world's a bit amiss And the lights go down Across the trailer park I get down I feel had Feel on the verge of going mad Then it's time to punch the clock I put on some make-up And turn up the tape deck And pull the wig back on my head And suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen Until I head home And I put myself to bed I look back on where I'm from Look at the woman I've become And the strangest things Seem suddenly routine I look up from my vermouth on the rocks The gift-wrapped wig still in the box Of towering velveteen I put on some makeup (oohhh) Some LaVern Baker I'm pullin' the wig down from the shelf And suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963 Until I wake up And turn back... You think that luck has left you there But maybe there's nothin' up in the sky but air But there's no mystical design No cosmic lover preassigned There's nothing you can find That cannot be found And if you've got no other choice You know you can follow my voice Through the dark turns and noise Of this wicked little town Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh! Some girls they have natural ease They wear it any way they please With the French flip curls And perfumed magazines Wear it up (wear it up) Wear it down (wear it down) This is the best way that I've found To be the best you've ever seen I put on some makeup (oohhh) Turn on the eight-track (oohhh) I'm pullin' the wig down from the shelf And suddenly I'm this punk rock star Of stage and screen Until I wake up And I turn back to myself I turn back to myself I turn back to myself