She's a drugstore girl held together by a wire
She smokes cigarettes tastes of ashes and fire
Tonight I bent my face to press my lips ot her honeysuckle skin
But when I looked too close I saw finger prints
She drinks coffee black curses herself when she thinks she's late
She's a drugstore girl the kind I'd always thought I'd hate
She is black and white t.v. movies and dropping hints
But when I looked to close I saw finger prints
She's a drugstore girl poised without looking like she's posed
She's fashion sense putting on and taking off her clothes
First she listens then sees what you need and zeros in
But on her curving back I saw fingerprints
She's a drugstore girl working on selling you a new line
She's a drugstore girl she'll love you for a lunch time
Yes her air is sweet but what you're breathing is store bought scents
And when I looked too close I saw fingerprints
And when I looked too close I saw fingerprints
And when I looked too close I saw fingerprints