She's selling catastrophes
She's got a reason to stay that way, you know
She's trading shadows, but oh it's all too late
She's got to get it in anyway
Well it's easy to make her dance you know
She doubles down on her derriere
She gets along and she knows how to get her way
She got nothing to celebrate
Just watch the yarns you spin unravelling
Just look at the mess she makes
Horse hair, chestnuts and bellyache
Oh, and the scars are fake
Well, she's gonna make a noise anyway
It's easy to make her dance you know
You pull her strings and she levitates
She's getting on, but she knows how to make it rain
She's got nothing, something, nothing
Just watch the yarns you spin unravelling
Just like your yarns
You've come undone
You look washed out
By the setting sun