She smells like vanilla

Her momīs from Manilla

It is dark and you walk down the street

Youīre propped full of dope

Feel like Julian Cope

And you wanna go someplace to eat

She talks, you donīt listen

Something ībout her sisters

It is fall and the trees have turned red

And you donīt like her looks

And she doesnīt read books

And sometimes you just wish she was dead

You just donīt love her anymore

Thereīs no after, no before

There is no sunshine in a fog

And love is a place where dog eat dog

So you start to ignore her

Like all the girls before her

And you hope she will leave by herself

But youīre stuck in a spiral

And fear is your rival

He shows up when youīre by yourself

So you worry and weep

ītil you doze off to sleep

And you dream about her face in the sky

But you canīt make a sound

And youīre stuck to the ground

īcause even in dreams you canīt fly

You just donīt love her anymore