She wore her fake fur coat in the rain
And if it's all the same to you
I'd like to trade my skin in for some pearls
She said, she said
Okay, the man behind the counter's daydreaming
She said I just got hitched in Reno
And I'm headed for Niagara Falls
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Hotels all look the same when you're face-down
In between the beds
In your silver studded boots
"Whatever suits you" she said
And then she shot him in the head
She wore her fake pearls over the falls
I found them in the bottom
Of the barrel that was washed up on the sand
On the sand, on the sand
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