I was a beauty queen at seventeen
Planning life by quizzes in magazines
Now I hand out receipts for gasoline
At the filling station off of exit three
Selling cigarettes and coffee rolls
Faded maps showing only local roads
Behind the glass in a booth all alone
I see that young girl reflected in an old woman’s clothes
How do I tell Madeline that
I think it’s time she moved on
The better life that she had in mind for us
Well, that fairytale is all gone
But I still put on the dress and try to impress
The girl in the mirror who knew she was worth more than this
Tell her it still fits, and that if I wanted I could quit this job
And give her the world that she thought would exist
Midnight comes as the cars all go
The only people around are on the radio
I try not to think of all the cash in the drawer
Because I ain’t looking for that kind of trouble anymore
How do I tell Madeline that
I think it’s time she moved on
It’s not going to turn out the way that you’d like
But it’s good enough to carry you along
But I still put on the dress and try to impress
The girl in the mirror who knew she was worth more than this
Tell her it still fits, and that if I wanted I could quit this job
And give her the world that she thought would exist
Someday I’ll wear it to work and I’ll put on my crown
Twirl in the booth while I make change
Do my routine for people heading through town
Then I’ll blow them a kiss as they’re pulling away
But I still put on the dress and try to impress
The girl in the mirror who knew she was worth more than this
Tell her it still fits, and that if I wanted I could quit this job
And give her the world that she thought would exist