[Verse 1]
She looks ahead
She paints her toe nails red
She's wet and wild
A typical 90's child

[Chorus 1]
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze

[Verse 2]
Unscrew the wine
She'll throw a party line
Stories extreme
She's such a drama queen
Cries through the night
She choked on Marlboro lites
Pure charm and grace
She hates her pretty face

[Chorus 1]
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
[Verse 3]
Straw spun from gold
She craves a tortured soul
All doom and gloom
She plays an open wound

[Chorus 2]
She takes every scene they steal
She fakes every pain they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern—tease