Text: Charlotte Martin. One Girl Army.

Such a long time so much to say
She's bound and gagged 32 ways
Ladies and tarts can I tell you a story
For a half price and a red shoe
Everybody's got a price on them
Sometimes, maybe it's me, maybe it's you

She hangs around trailer park towns
'Cause that's who she was out of the crowd
What kinda shit do you talk
Well baby, I just hope that half of it's true
Everybody's got a price on them
Sometimes, maybe it's me, maybe it's you

Chin up, every eye is on you
We don't guess the way you are cause
Things are fine when everything is never fine
A one girl army up against the whole world now

Scared of the dark, scared of the spark
Spit in the flame, just don't get caught
Chancellors are hiding all the answers
Round and round I run to throw them for a loop
Everybody's got a price on them
Sometimes, maybe it's me, maybe it's you

Chin up, every eye is on you
We don't guess the way you are
'Cause things are fine when everything is never fine
A one girl army up against the whole world now

Maybe she's your sister, girl inside the picture
Maybe she's your mama, everybody's gotta have one
Maybe she's your savior dressed in drag and feathers
Maybe for a dollar you can watch me dance

Chin up, every eye is on you
We don't guess the way you are
'Cause things are fine when everything is never fine