Girls On Crutches - Hawksley Workman

Pretty girls are walking around

They're walking on crutches barely making a sound

They're calling up their boyfriends to come fetch them after

Work

'Cuz their legs are getting tired from the dancing they've

Been doing trying to make it

In the city

And you wanna feel bad for 'em

Home cook a meal for 'em

Dial up the mothers who can hardly wait to see

'em

Going out the door back to college or

University

Supposedly

Can't see straight I've got spots on my lens

I can't look forward only speak in past tense

I got being for my purpose

But no purpose for being here

It's better just to look away when everything is falling

Down

It's falling down in the city

When the broken legs are looking pretty

The fact of the matter is

What's buried under here is

You gotta go to school if you want a career

You've got to summon up the forces that are there

To tie you down

You've got to rest that broken leg and just be

Glad it's not a broken heart of broken heart

In the city

'Cuz a broken heart is never pretty

And you wanna feel bad for 'em

Home cook a meal for 'em

Dial up the mothers who can hardly wait to see

'Em

Going out the door back to college or

University

Supposedly

And you wanna feel bad for 'em

And you wanna feel so bad

And you wanna feel bad for 'em

And you wanna feel so bad

And you wanna feel bad for 'em

And you wanna feel so bad

And you wanna feel bad for 'em

And you wanna feel so bad

And you wanna feel so bad

And you wanna feel so bad

And you wanna feel so bad

And you wanna feel so bad

And you wanna feel so bad

And you wanna feel so bad

And you wanna feel so bad

And you wanna feel so bad