She's sittin' in the front room
Just watchin' the tv
And paintin' her nails red
In a black negligee
She's just teased up her new wig
And painted her eyelids blue
She's out to win
But she's destined to lose
Too much rouge
Too much booze
Too many movie magazines
Too many high-tones
Are makin' fun of her
And the way she lives
Too many low-lifes
Are makin' her promises
They'll never give
She's a diamond in the wilderness
Sweetheart of the West
She ain't so good lookin'
But she can make love with the best
'Cause she's forty
And lonely
And raw
And raunchy
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