I don’t know what she’s doing now
Last I heard from her she said
She felt as if she should be dead
I guess in fact she usually died

It’s so hard for me to explain
I guess she has the strange approach
It makes her seem beyond reproach
Until you find out what she is
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Cynthia Gerome, it works just for a while
Dragging people home by the leash of your sweet smile
Then just when you think that much will do
Suddenly the world is on to you

They start to laugh behind your back
Do imitations of your style
That’s when you know that people’s smiles
No longer mean they envy you
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She wakes [bad word] her clouded eyes
She smokes a cigarette at dawn
Her lover tries to turn her on
She only [bad word] and rolls away

She’s lost the taste I dare suppose
It doesn’t move her anymore
Her lover softly closed the door
I guess he had nothing to say