Bass drums and tambourines
Try to fix the make-up, but the mirror's mean
Out to nourish a salty dream
With a toxic self esteem

I go out every other night
I'm coming home, with a broken hearth

Hit it, hit it, hit it
Hit it to me harder
Walking home on a lonely street
High heels and aching feet
Is this supposed to be my golden years?
Another day dissapears

I go out every other night
I'm coming home, with a broken hearth

Hit it, hit it, hit it
Hit it to me harder