Elegant - Brett Anderson

My elegant girl slept on designer sheets

Her sugar free words swayed to a hightech beat

With crazy stories of hatred and hurt

People’s feelings were crushed in the dirt

My elegant girl she drips out with the leaves

Gave no interviews in her tennis shoes

Well there’s no excuse for infamy

From their college towns

To the overground

People hung on every word she breathed

My elegant girl moved with the hippest crowds

Whose colorful words were bright but never loud

Gave no interviews, in her mohair suits

Well there’s no excuse for infamy

From their college towns

To their roundabouts

People hung on every word they breathed

When they’re money’s gone

What’s gonna keep you warm

Can’t find anyone to take its place

When you ain’t got anything

Except your aspirin

Just remember who you stepped on when

You were an elegant girl

Who cried expensive tears

But now your sugar free words

Are fading with the years