Well the day begins
You don't want to live
'Cause you can't believe

In the one you're with
'Cause you know her tricks
And you know her past

When she makes a face
You just have to laugh
And you feel like such a know-it-all

When you only want just a tiny girl
And you hope she'll sing.



So you turn around
Toward the tiny girls

Who have got no tricks
Who have got no past
Yea that's what you think

And you hope she'll sing
But she sings of greed
Like a young banshee

And she wants for this
And she wants for that
What did you think.