Born the daughter of a comedian
Middle of the 80s
Someone turn that awful mouth-breathing down
Or else

Sally Hatchet lives in a hole in the ground

The longer it keeps raining the more
she has to struggle to maintain a wonderful time

Oh yeah
Go on and love it up without me
I've got smoke in my lungs
And a past life in the trunk

Pretty rattle by the way that she empties a few clips out
Do I have a choice now?

Point that thing away from me
Lady