brigit You’re sooo ambitious, aren’t you…?
You know what you look like to me,
with your good bag and your cheap shoes?
You look like a rube.
[Chorus]
A well- scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste…
Good nutrition has given you
some length of bone, but you’re
not more
than one generation from poor
white trash, are you Agent Starling…?
That accent you’re trying so desperately to shed
– pure West Virginia.
What was your father, dear?
Was he a coal miner?
Did he stink of the lamp…?
And oh, how quickly the boys found you!
All those tedious, sticky fumblings,
in the back seats of cars,
while you could only dream of getting out.
Getting anywhere –
Getting all the way –
to the F…B…I.
