She's got style
she rips it off my back and puts it on her coat hook
She won't smile

you'd best avert your eyes and not give her a second look
Things she wants
not a companion but some pages in her journal

Things go wrong
we started equal but it got way too paternal


She wants a coat made of my leather, and my fur, and my nails
She's always cold despite the weather, she needs sun, she's so pale
You think she's had enough, it's not enough,

she always wants more She always wants more of my leather, and my fur, and my nails.

Things she wants

not a companion but some pages in her journal
Things go wrong
I wouldn't dare to all but keep it all internal

You can't realize the danger that I'm in
If she calls me, I'm not home


She wants a coat made of my leather, and my fur, and my nails
She's always cold despite the weather, she needs sun, she's so pale
You think she's had enough, it's not enough,

she always wants more She always wants more of my leather, and my fur, and my nails.

Take me out of water, shrink me in the dryer

Strut around and let the world know what disaster means
Take me out of water, shrink me in the dryer
I don't suit my skin.