Nothing Precious At All. I been people watching again. I think they watch me too. There's a new girl at the coffee house. She's got first day blues. She's got red hair and a motorbike. And lime green shoes. A mohair hat and a summers dress. And black tattoos. And then she fly away. In her high heel feet. And her fire dress. And she's throwing things. That took her time to save it up. And buy what's special. Then she look around. And sees what's left. And it's nothing much. Nothing precious at all. Nothing precious at all. Gonna drink herself to sleep tonight. And that's nothing new. She goes out almost nine every night. And gets high as the moon. She takes photographs of American cars. Where she went to school. She likes fireworks and candlelight. And fake bad news. And then she fly away. In her high heel feet. And her fire dress. And she's throwing things. That took her time to save it up. And buy what's special. Then she look around. And sees what's left. And it's nothing much. Nothing precious at all. Nothing precious at all. Nothing precious at all. Is she a loner or a mother's girl. That's up to you. She got fine lines round her tired eyes. And they're painted blue. She could sleep around with anyone. If she wanted to. Gotta go my time is up right now. Got stuff to do.