Texty: Ryan Adams. Do Miss America.

So tell me how you feel without your medicine
Hold your head feeling paranoid
Sweet sixteen you're a schizoid

So tell me how you feelin and the only one
That holds your head in the setting sun
Sweet black smoke with your poison

Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America
Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical

So tell me how you feel without your medicine
Hold your head feeling paranoid
Runnin down the street.........?

So tell me how you feelin
You're the only one
Held your head in the setting sun
Sweet black smoke from your crooked gun

Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America
Hey, you know when she goes down it?s hysterical

Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America
Hey, you know when she goes down it?s hysterical

Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America
Hey, you know when she goes down it?s hysterical

Do Miss America