Bodega with a Broken Heart

Oh… well no, she's just

Such a silly girl

She still thinks that home is- is just a place

Wasted all your good mascara

Money just to put that hair up

He says baby but you always end up where you start

In this bodega with a broken heart

Wasted all your good mascara

Money just to put that hair up

He says baby but you always end up where you start

In this bodega with a broken heart

These streets they know your story

Your move your every turn

What time you walk in mornings

How you want out want more

A tale as old as time babe

The kind your mother'd tell

But you've gotten far too old to spend a cent on wishing wells

So lady you spend the night

With some man not your type

End alone and avoiding home

Cause mister charm ain't charming right

And sure you've got some drinks and chips right up there at your place

But you stop right at his store

Just Cause you needs to hear him say

Wasted all your good mascara

Money just to put that hair up

He says baby but you always end up where you start

In this bodega with a broken heart

Wasted all your good mascara

Money just to put that hair up

He says baby but you always end up where you start

In this bodega with a broken heart

You know the stories stories

Tell a girl just what to do

You leave your tiny village

Find a man worth running to

One day you broke the curse escaped up to fifth avenue

Left old bodegas far behind and learned that dreams could all come true

Where they don't know how you cried

And they can't tell when you lie

And they won't busy themselves with what's all that's hiding past your eyes

If you settled down good - perfect act and actor

Tell me why you'll drives miles after

He's asleep to the streets that trapped ya

Just to grab a drink from the cashier asking

Wasted all your good mascara

Money just to put that hair up

He says baby but you always end up where you start

In this bodega with a broken heart

Wasted all your good mascara

Money just to put that hair up

He says baby but you always end up where you start

In this bodega with a broken heart