Breaks her vows and keeps the ring Buys a car and steals a gun and tries to run Stares ahead and drives the night and when she's run the county line she looks behind With angry eyes ‘Your bloodless hands, your stupid friends, your vicious lies I'll give you something to cry about I am more than pussy face I am more than pretty thighs wrapped up in lace And I want more than broken dreams I was always more than I seemed and I'll give you something to cry about I want a child I want to play Like children do I want much more than I could Ever have with you I'll give you something to cry about' Breaks her vows and keeps the ring Buys a car and steals a gun and tries to run