Miss America Lyrics by Brandon Flowers
I’m writing you this letter
If you ain’t figured out
We’re up in Utah now
At my parents’ house
You should see these mountains
You know I hate the snow
But when it falls like ashes
It’s kind of pretty though
They got a car wash here
I think it’s still in use
Where Kevin Bacon and Chris Penn filmed that scene in Footloose
The girls are doing fine
Grandma’s pride and joy
She wants to know when I’m gonna
Give her a little boy
Dad says he sure hopes it doesn’t come from you
On account of all this hell that you put me through
Last time he saw proof, it ended up in blood
My little brother watched
My momma cleaned it up
And you used to call me Miss America
Before you got hooked on speed
How much longer will it take till we’re enough
To be the only thing you need?
Your sister, she don’t blame me for being scared of you
I know you did things to her a brother shouldn’t do
Are all guys like this?
You make it hurt so much
A girl had ought to be handled with a gentle touch
Maybe I’ll go and get me a Mormon boy
One who treats me like a queen
You used to call me Miss America
Before you got hooked on speed
How much longer will it take till we’re enough
To be the only thing you need?
You know the messed up thing
If the truth be told
Grown men have noticed me since I was twelve years old
It always made me feel like some kind of prize
I guess I saw my worth through their porno eyes
If Jesus really suffered and paid for all this sin
Why do we still feel it again and again?
