She was a darling
All the schoolboys hung around
She was a sad thing
Daddy’s hand came down
Mommy lay there like a stone
And tried not to hear a sound…
She’s waiting for you now
In the eye of the storm
“Try it our way
And you could be the weekend girl
With such a body
Their faces mop the floor
You’ll be empowered, in control
So you can take back what is yours…”
She’s waiting for you now
In the eye of the storm
Now she’s an old girl
Her tricks are nothing new
A crumpled dollar bill
So “this one’s just for you”
And as she crawls across the stage
She tries not to hear a sound