Bass drums and tambourines Try to fix the make-up, but the mirror's mean Out to nourish a salty dream With a toxic self esteem I go out every other night I'm coming home, with a broken hearth Hit it, hit it, hit it Hit it to me harder Walking home on a lonely street High heels and aching feet Is this supposed to be my golden years? Another day dissapears I go out every other night I'm coming home, with a broken hearth Hit it, hit it, hit it Hit it to me harder