She cries into her pillow every night
running mascara, oh what a sight
she's hurt again just the same as before
used and abused then shown the door
she's got a reputation, you'd think she'd learn
everybody knows that she does a turn
she feels so dirty, she feels so cheap
she knows she'll do it with any old creep

Anytime, anyplace or anywhere
in a house or a car, she doesn't care
she's got to have it, to have it now
got to get her kicks no matter how
looking around to see who might do
the boys in the know all form a queue
last night another man, another broken heart
another slap in the face, she's branded a tart

Cost her all her friends and her family too
her head keeps spinning, doesn't know what to do
she looks in the mirror but it makes her feel low
she wants to give it up but she can't say no
she's hurt again just the same as before
used and abused then shown the door
she's hurt again just the same as before
used and abused then shown the door
she's hurt again just the same as before
used and abused then shown the door