The name Miracle has followed her around her whole life
Born to sterilized parents who vanished one night
Got a tattoo, says Meanness inside her lower lip

She pulls it down in the mirror, so she can read it
Framed by her blonde wig in the bright white glow, yeah
Spit crawls down her wrist, and she lets her lip go

She smokes out her window watching the sunset
Behind the figures of bending trees
While her collection of broken wind chimes
Play wild drones in minor keys
Yeah

They see her in The Cheetah on the weekday nights
They see her, and they dream of young versions of their wives
She saved up for some braces, all the ones and the fives
Her teeth are straightening out now and sore all the time, yeah
Hands reach out for her like she'll cure disease, yeah
And she bats her eyes, and she makes them say: Please

Yeah, Meanness, she thinks
Around the pole
Spinning
Heavy breathing, oh
Meanness, she thinks

Sore mouth
Pouting
Blowing kisses, huh
Meanness, she sings

Skinny legs
Kicking
Flailing, yeah
Meanness, she sings