Coat-Hanger Alley, where the doctors work cheap,
Zodiac lover, you're in too deep,
She shakes like a mixer, puts down her cigarette,
She got the sweetest spirit I ever, ever met, yeah,
Nicotine angel with her head hung low,
Felt she's been sucked through a garden hose,
One night of pleasure ain't worth a lifetime of pain,
I watched the tears roll down her face like a heavy rain, yeah.

She don't get her picture made no more,
She don't get her picture made no more, no more,
It's been a couple of months since she walked out the door, walked out the door.

She had a smile that could light up the day,
Someone's put a frown on her serving tray,
She's all dressed in black, waiting on the cable car...but I know the Lord won't let her go that far.

She don't get her picture made no more,
She don't get her picture made no more, no more,
It's been a couple of months since she walked out the door.

If she would come back, she'd be forgiven,
Resurrect your soul and start living.

She don't get her picture made no more,
She don't get her picture made no more, no more,
It's been a couple of months since she walked out the door.

She's picture perfect,
She's picture perfect,
She's picture perfect,
She's picture perfect and she walked out the door.