She stares all night
at the plaster peeling
Off of the shadows
she painted on the ceiling
Trying to find some
philosophical meaning
to life
But the truth is
Ruth is ready to hatch
She's gotta break
the door down
Gotta bust a latch
She's gotta a super sized itch
That's gotta be scratched
alright
She stands up
and gets down
And digs her heels out
of that pea pickin' town
Hey hey hey hey yeah
what a waste
There's more to life
than just takin' up space
Hey hey hey hey
this is s'posed to be fun
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So she sold her diamond ring
And bought a Winnebago
Found her way to Heaven
on the way to San Diego
Chased her ruby red boots
anywhere that they'd go
anytime
She got sidetracked
and backpacked
her way to Atlanta
Picked a pocketful of posies
got her busted in Bama
Truck stop trollop
selling roses from a van
for a dime
She woke up and broke down
Collect call
to that pea pickin' town
Hey hey hey hey yeah
what a waste
There's more to life
than just takin' up space
Hey hey hey hey
this is s'posed to be fun
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Run run run run
all the way back home
Run away
from the great unknown
It felt good for a minute
'til she got
Stuck in it
Stuck in it
Her yellow
brick road crashed
Right through
the rose coloured glass
Rose coloured glass
Hey hey hey hey
yeah what a waste
There's more to life
than the thrill
of the chase
Hey hey hey hey
this is s'posed to be fun
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Hey hey hey hey
yeah what a waste
There's more to life
than the thrill
of the chase
Hey hey hey hey
this is s'posed to be fun
5 4 3 2 ready run