She stands up when
There's no reason to be found to stay.
Lets it drop to have no
Bit of attention to pay.
And meanwhile she had her
Shadow printed in her chair.
She walks out but has her
Eyes in the back of her head.

She must have forsaken her manners
To make it all clear
She has silent fun with her high heels they run

She comes in and has her words
For who is willign to hear,
Wrapped in thickened talk and
Maintained by her humble tears.

She must have forsaken her manners
To make it all clear
She has silent fun with her high heels
They run out of here

She must have forsaken her manners
To make it all clear
She has more ways to play her game
She has more ways to play her game

She stands up when
There's no reason to be found to stay.
Lets it drop to have no
Bit of attention to pay.

She must have forsaken her manners
To make it all clear
She has silent fun with her high heels they run
She has more ways to play her game
She has more ways to play her game
She has more ways to play her game
She has more ways to play her game