Southern Belle -
by Elliott Smith
| Killing a southern belle is all you know how to do | |
| That and give other people hell | |
| It's what they expect from you, too | |
| But I wouldn't have you how you want | |
| I don't want to walk around | |
| I don't even want to breathe | |
| I live in a southern town | |
| Where all you can do is grit your teeth | |
| But I wouldn't have you how you want | |
| How come you're not ashamed of what you are? | |
| And sorry that you're the one she got? | |
| Ain't nobody talking now | |
| Nobody, nothing's said | |
| No one's about to shout | |
| Nobody's seeing red | |
| But I wouldn't have you how you want | |
| You're killing a southern belle | |
| Killing a southern belle | |
| Killing a southern belle |