Lyrics

Last night I ached and pleaded for candlelight and you Walked the floor 'til midnight and cried 'til half past two Then you come in with a flimsy grin and a flimsier excuse With your shirt just reeking of cheap perfume and stale vermouth I don't like being treated like a ragged hand me down I'm gonna get me a new red dress and go out and paint the town Get out on the dance floor, strut them curves around And we'll just see who thinks that I'm a ragged hand me down Lately when you look at me, you been seeing a trinity Your mama, the Irish washer woman and a whore from gay Paree But I'm from Enid, Oklahoma and my name is not Marie And I don't like the aroma of your third hand ecstasy I don't like being treated like a ragged hand me down I'm gonna get my new red dress and go out and paint the town Hem line slit high on the thigh, lots of cleavage to bounce around And we'll just see who thinks that I'm a ragged hand me down I don't like being treated like a ragged hand me down I'm gonna get my new red dress and go out and paint the town I just got one life to live and then I'm six feet under ground And I don't think I'm gonna live it as a ragged hand me down You'll have to wash your own shirts now and hang 'em out on your line of balderdash Take your hot stuff and your pickup truck down to First Street and pay cash I ain't the socket for your rocket, babe, I ain't your playtime clown And I don't like being treated like a ragged hand me down I don't like being treated like a ragged hand me down I'm gonna get me a new red dress and go out and paint the town Gonna find someone to love me and what's in that scarlet gown Someone who knows there's a lot more in it than a ragged hand me down I'm gonna find someone to love me and what's in that scarlet gown Someone who knows there's a lot more in it than a ragged hand me down