She had the world

She used to listen to Nirvana

She used to be a bad girl

She had a piercing on her tong

She would tell what others should do

Now she doesn’t know where she stands

Now she doesn’t know who she is

She may always ask for another round

So she can avoid the hangover on her mind

She used to be pretty enough

To get you on your knees

But you never know

Whether it was prettiness or naughtiness

And now she doesn’t know where she stands

And now she doesn’t know who she is

She may always ask for another round

So she can’t forget who she was