Three chords down the road
A patient street long strode
You flashed your hair you shook your eyes
No further on will you go
April's here it's getting cold
Those small town blues take a hold
They say it passes but don't believe
Every single thing you're told
Go ahead drama queen
I'll observe in the dark
Look at you making a scene
Scene
Darlin' I'd like to hope
You've left yourself enough rope
I see your terror in disguise
Your fragile mind has to cope
Go ahead drama queen
I'll observe in the dark
Look at you making a scene
Scene
No plan B
No plan B
You were born to make a scene
Drama queen
Drama queen
Make a scene drama queen
No plan B
No plan B
You were born to make a scene
Drama queen
Drama queen
Make a scene drama queen
Three chords down the road
A patient street long strode
You flashed your hair you shook your eyes
No further will you go