Beneath your thick skin, there must have been a creature
Controlling you like a marionette robot
Or else how could you have said those things?
Or else how could I have stopped your heart?
I did the autopsy with my scalpel
And found that, yes, my brand new theory was true
And the creature was a nasty bugger
And she bit my arm clear, right through
But now I know that wasn't really you, girl number two
But now I know that wasn't really you
The death of girl number two, read the first line
Written by a fond paper columnist
Actually happened in the 20's
And since she's been inhabited by an oddly whimsical creature
She was a marionette to its hand
Full stop and then the whole story
And everyone sighed when it ran
But now I know that wasn't really you, girl number two
But now I know that wasn't really you

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