She's got her mind in the city
With a dress looking pretty
And her head feeling shitty
It doesn't reason with me no
Doesn't reason with me
Her friends don't care anymore
They're out on the floor
Till their feet get sore
Makes sense to me
Makes sense to me
The night is harsh
With your head in the sand
You wouldn't understand
Societys make you cold
They got their s**t together
Reason by like a feather
While she's under harsh weather
She doesn't get it
She doesn't get it no
And we'll never share it
The night is harsh
With your head in the sand
You wouldn't understand
Societys make you cold
The night is harsh
The night is harsh
With your head in the sand
With your head in the sand
You wouldn't understand
Societys make you cold
