Seventeen
A nymph if there was ever one
You were noticed
And thrust upon the scene
Rough times
Some hell to get away from
And a whirlwind
To do the very thing
Once again
A trick of the light found
And burned at the beat
Those we're in
Will trickle down their songs
And burn at the beat
Ever the locust
You tore across the avenues
And hotels
With death under your feet
The sullen
Girls that looked like women
The gregarious gamines
Leaving pictures on all magazines
Once again
A trick of the light found
And burned at the beat
Those we're in
Will trickle down their songs
And burn at the beat
All eyes upon you
And no one could see it
The exoskeleton is all they see
So leaving it…
We revel in the poses yeah
We do the best we can
The snakes will sing to horses
And the horses back to man
And you will know
And I will know
To leave the state we're in
Again
Once again
A trick of the light found
And burned at the beat
Those we're in
Will trickle down their songs
And burn at the beat
The exoskeleton is all they need
So leaving it
Behind
Who knows what
You'll find
This time...