I Make Jokes About It, But It's

I Make Jokes About It, But It's The Truth That I Kind Of Patterned My Look After The Town Tramp. I Didn't Know What She Was, Just This Woman Who Was Blond And Piled Her Hair Up, Wore High Heels And Tight Skirts, And, Boy, She Was The Prettiest Thing I'd Ever Seen. Momma Used To Say, "aw, She's Just Trash," And I Thought, That's What I Want To Be When I Grow Up. Trash.