Edie Brickell
Little Miss S.
[Verse 1]
Shooting up junk in the bathroom
Makin' it with punks on the floor
Livin' the scene out of her limosine
Little Miss S. in a mini dress
Living it up to die
In a blink of the public eye

[Verse 2]
Day-glo paint on an electric chair
Electric dye in her lover's hair
A pretty sight in the middle of the night
Made up for everyone to see
Swingin' on the branch of a broken family tree

[Chorus]
You got a lot of livin' to do without
You got a lot of livin' to do without
You got a lot of livin' to do without life

[Verse 3]
The village idiots in her bed
Never cared that her eyes were red
Never cared that her brain was dead
In the hours that her face was alive
It was a thing just to be by her side
[Chorus]
You got a lot of livin' to do without
You got a lot of livin' to do without
You got a lot of livin' to do without life
Hey, yeah, alright

[Chorus]
You got a lot of livin' to do without
You got a lot of livin' to do without
You got a lot of livin' to do without life
You got a lot of livin' to do without
You got a lot of livin' to do without
You got a lot of livin' to do without life
Hey, yeah, alright, okay

[Outro]
Alright
Alright, okay, okay
It's alright