Camille - Suzy Bogguss

The moon had a fight with the parking lot light\nAnd slunk off to hide in the clouds\nNow it’s broken bottles, gravel and glass\nKeepin' you company now\nIn the heat of the moment he cried out your name\nBut the moment it didn’t last long\nTen minutes later he’s driving away\nAnd you’re putting your pantyhose on\nAnd you don’t want to cry, and you don’t want to think\nAnd you tell yourself it ain’t no big deal\nAnd you feel like a fool, and you feel like a drink\nAnd you drink so you don’t have to feel\nBut you still do, don’t you Camille\nAll your affairs are like last night’s mascara\nDarkening the lines round your eyes\nSeems like these days you’re just pickin' up strays\nYou laugh and say you’re no prize\nAnd the sins of the fathers are not meant for daughters\nBut somehow you felt you’re to blame\nAnd the ghost in your head and the men in your bed\nThey all look like they’re one and the same