Isn't it a little late?
Shouldn't you fly away,
Little dove with cigarettes?
Show 'em that you can hold your breath.
I heard about a girl,
Buried her dolls and lost her curls,
Painted on lipstick red,
Grew herself up and then she'd
Walk into a smoke filled room,
Oh, no one could keep their eyes off you!
Have a little drink or two,
Oh, how could you be that girl I knew?
Walk into a smoke filled room,
Little black dress and mama's shoes.
Isn't it a bit too soon?
Oh, how could you be that girl I knew.
Walk into a smoke filled room,
Oh I believe love will follow you!
Isn't it a bit too soon?
Oh, how could you be that girl I knew?
Take a step around the room,
And every head keeps turning, too.
Little dove, you fight 'em back,
Show ‘em you're so much more than that.
I heard about a girl,
Buried her dolls and lost her curls,
Painted on lipstick red,
Grew herself up and then she'd
Walk into a smoke filled room,
Oh, no one could keep their eyes off you!
Have a little drink or two,
Oh, how could you be that girl I knew?
Walk into a smoke filled room,
Little black dress and mama's shoes.
Isn't it a bit too soon?
Oh, how could you be that girl I knew.