You're like a rain cloud. If it rained mushroom clouds. Everybody hits the ground. Arms folded, head down. You're like a missile strike. Government goes underground.
I'm all alone in my room. Just me and myself. Me and my gorgeous body. And my fucked up brain. We're thinking about all the precious moments we've had together.
Worn out stockings, high heeled shoes. She pays the price and now she's singin' the blues. All alone out in the rain. She waits for strangers to take her away.