There’s a girl with two lines on her face and a tear of black paint
She walks in a line, but her mind is all over the place
She’ll stare at you for hours in the shower while you wash her off your face
Mmm, burn her in a den
Her hair is black and you could her mope around for days
She’ll take a that’s and she’ll turn grey
She her mouth when she has much say
Mmm, burn her in a den
you over over over there
over over there
over over there
the in the you over there
Like a a saxophone, you the in the blues
while you no cares, I’m still following you
lady in is wrong?
As you loved, am
you burn down
the in the you over there
the in the you over there
You can in her she’s barely ever a face
I’d for her but that’s too much ask
As known
is much mine is yours