everywhere she looks

she looks through the corner of her eye

everytime she left

she never turned to say goodbye

swaying in the corner of the ballroom

alone by the music

she looked like a spiderweb



fresh from the war

he complements her bedroom decor

she crawled in there like water

she drowned in there on the floor

she left him gasping for air

and crying for more.

and the morning sun was embarrassed to find them

lying together

neither could remember the other's name

he stepped out of her mind

and into the hall

and they never saw each other again.

whoaa...

and someone gave her a manual of love in the world today

and that page is not pulpy because there is no proper way

it's so easy for those with the unclenching eye

to find some unfulfilled human being to fry

she is looking for the kisses that she never got at home

her lips are puckered and she is walking alone

and if she ends up with some dirty hot disease

its a small price she pays for the need to be pleased.

and there are too few who open both eyes

we sit back in our easy chairs and try to sympathize

but whether from the point of a needle

or the edge of her bed

our heroine like too many others now is dead

and lisa is lucky, she ended up with a baby boy

she's 16 years old, doesn't know her body's not a toy

joel is hungry, he is doing the town

andrea is on the rebound.

walk to the corner and run from what you find

we have to abort our cannibalistic state of mind.

everywhere she looked

she looked through the corner of her eye

and everytime she left she never turned to say goodbye

swaying in the corner of the ballroom

alone by the music

she looked like a spiderweb.



fresh from the war

he complements her bedroom decor

she didn't know this time she was the victim

he had nothing to lose anymore