She climbs the tower, gun in hand
Every day at 5 pm
She has a ball she has a friend

She kills imaginary men
Kills them with her lipstick head
But she's safe from them

Cause they don't understand

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My guts fell out on top of my head
I'll live without them
I have my days for sure

But I don't count them

When everything's just right

I'll come down off my mountain
I'm out of sorts right now
By then I will have found them


Don't call me the wierd one
I watch them come and go all night

I serve them, listen to their %#@!
These people just aren't right


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