I made it back to the city
Left my bags at the station
She said that she took pity
everything was fine
Just a-finishing her line she says
Oh you look delightful
She said, she said I look delightful
And she talks to herself
When she's alone
Oh she's out of her sweet mind again
But hey, at least it's unpredictable
I can't define her headspace
She comes on like an anvil
A pretty girl with a pretty taste
Oh she says, she says I look delightful
And she talks to herself...
Now we can stop the music
Or we can turn the light off
She said Hold on to the ceiling
Oh my, how you look delightful
And she talks to herself...
She's so unpredictable
I like the way the tastes

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