I don't know what she's doing now
The last I heard from her she said
She felt as if she should be dead
I guess, in fact she usually does
It's so hard for me to explain
I guess she has this strange approach
That makes her seem beyond reproach
Until you find out what she is
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
She wakes and rubs her clouded eyes
She smokes a cigarette at dawn
Her lover tries to turn her on
She only shrugs and draws away
She's lost the taste I dare suppose
It doesn't move her anymore
Her lover softly closed the door
I guess he has nothing to say
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