Hey Montana take your daughter back From the bathrooms of Angeles Vall
She believes in destiny Her name's always mispelled Waitressing to pay he rent Drinks to quell the smel Of people breathing way too close Folks who don't mean well
No one sees the color of your eyes No one sees you smile No one knows the secrets that you hide No one sees you cry
She parks her car two blocks away From apartment 15A She walks with somber in her step And scores along the way
Blue's your hue you tiny thing Dropping patrons wine Singing to your own sad song Two feet stuck in the mire
Hey Montana take your daughter back It's clear she needs your care These bustling streets are icy vains Of a beast who snuffs her prayer