Songs are Poetry

Men and Mascara Always Run

Sunday dress
Hangin' on the bedroom door
Empty bottle of wine
On the hardwood floor
Last night he said she was the one
Oh, but men and mascara always run

Did I give my love too soon
Or wait too long
Did I take it a little too easy
Or put it on too strong
She was lookin' for love
He was lookin' for fun
Yeah, men and mascara always run

She ain't getting any younger
It wasn't s'pposed to be this way
Starin' in the mirror
With little black rivers runnin' down her face

Tomorrow's gonna be a brand new day
She'll wake up in the mornin'
And wash it all away
Last night he said she was the one
Oh, but men and mascara always run
Yeah, men and and mascara always run

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Sure Hate to Break Down Here

Mile marker 203
The gas gauge leanin' on the edge of E
And I'll be danged if the rain ain't pourin' down
There's somethin' smokin' underneath the hood
It's a bangin' and a clangin', and it can't be good
And it's another 50 miles to the nearest town
Everything I own's in the back in a Hefty bag
I'm outta cigarettes, and I'm down to my last drag

(Oh no) I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin' up ahead or in the rearview mirror
Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
So God help me, keep me movin' somehow
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now
I've made it this far without cryin' a single tear
(And I'd sure hate to break down)
(It's too late to turn around)
And I'd sure hate to break down here (oh, no)

150,000 miles ago
Before the bad blood and busted radio
You said I was all you'd ever need
But love is blind, and little did I know
That you were just another dead end road
Paved with pretty lies and broken dreams
Baby, leavin' you was easier than bein' gone
I don't know what I'll do if one more thing goes wrong

(Oh no) I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin' up ahead or in the rearview mirror
Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
So God help me, keep me movin' somehow
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now
I've made it this far without cryin' a single tear
(And I'd sure hate to break down)
(It's too late to turn around)
And I'd sure hate to break down here (oh, no)

(Oh no) I'd sure hate to break down here
Nothin' up ahead or in the rearview mirror
Out in the middle of nowhere knowin'
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin'
So God help me, keep me movin' somehow
Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now
I've made it this far without cryin' a single tear
(And I'd sure hate to break down)
(It's too late to turn around)
And I'd sure hate to break down here (oh, no)

Mile marker 215