Tired of Being Blonde
She left the credit cards under her goodbye note"All of these are yours, goodbye" and that was all she wroteThe keys to the Porsche she dropped on the floor in the denShe left in the '70 Dodge that he drove her in
She wasn't angryShe wasn't sadShe was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had
Tired of being blondeTired of running around with the usual guys and dollsTired of being blondeTired of living up to all he expectedTired of being blondeTired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to runTired of being blondeTired of letting her dreams go neglected
She used to love to know she rounded out his worldShe used to live to be all he ever loved in a girlAnd he liked to buy her clothes that made her sexy and cuteGuess she decided she'd been too long away from her roots
She wasn't crazyNo, she wasn't madShe just knew in her heart they had drained her of all that she had
She was tired of being blondeTired of changing her life just to match the color of the sunTired of being blondeTired of all the platinum frustrationTired of being blondeTired of looking like a cutie on the cover of a magazineTired of being blondeTired of chasing all the latest sensations
She wasn't angry, no, noShe wasn't sadShe was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had
She was tired of being blondeTired of living a life that had only been planned by oneTired of being blondeTired of coping with the desperationShe was tired of being blondeTired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to runTired of being blondeTired of hiding her own inclinations
She was tired of being blondeTired of changing her life just to match the color of the sunTired of being blondeTired of chasing all the latest sensations
She was tired of being blondeTired of being blondeShe was tired of being blondeTired of being blondeTired of being blondeTired of being blonde