Girl Of The Midwest Songtext

Your hair is the gold that poor men crave
That a rich man would give his first born to save
Your skin is a gift from the farthest east
A porcelain imprinted with a weathered relief
Your blood is the story of a thousand years
And it all came to this when it brought you here

Katrina, you're the world
Trapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl

Your tears are the sea Columbus sailed
All the sweat of his men and the water they bailed
Your temper is a twister on a sweet sixteen
Ripping through the house like a white linen sheet
Your heart is the sun in the clear blue sky
Washing my face with a pure white lie

Katrina, you're the world
Trapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl
Trapped in the boredom of a mid-western girl