She never has a lot to say
Just lies around her room all day
She never even stood a chance
The carpet makes a slow advance
Too much to swallow
Too much to swallow
Too much to swallow
Too much to swallow
She cries all day and pulls her hair
Destination kitchen chair
Doctor won't return her calls
What the point of all these walls?
Too much to swallow
Too much to swallow
Too much to swallow
Too much to swallow
You never even had a chance
The walls begin to shake and dance
Too much to swallow
Too much to swallow