Sometimes she's rude, sometimes she's too crude
Sometimes she understands, sometimes her hands are dirty
So she stays there at home in her box

There's a part of her that shouts
And there's a part that only whispers
There's another part that would spit if you kissed her

So she's safer when she's hiding in her box
Most times I have to keep her in her box
It's not a sad thing

She gets to exercise her wings
It scares the %#@! out of me
So many different ways to be

So she stays there at home in her box
Most times I have to keep her in her box
She's safer when she's hiding in her box