There she goes. She walks like she'd rather not be in clothes. A seashell tear flows. . Photographs and a waxed rose. A good soul everybody knows. Green her garden grows.
The Queen is dead. After the drag show. Lady in the paper said. 'Got what he asked for'. . They have the secret code. They have the secret kiss. That I wanna know.
Bells, they rang all night. Toss and turn in our bed, back to back. Your breaths are deep. . And pills they help me go to sleep. Forget who I am, what I want.