[Panned Left]
She slipped and grazed
Her perfect wings
On the frosted surface of his
Misogyny
Later at home
Paint toenails blue
The colour seems to suit her mood as
She imagines you
But when he comes, his hands are cold
His imagination puerile
He simply won't be told
Come to me, becomes routine
Up the garden path
Love and care, stand over there
Looking for a job
The other boys were calling from the bar and the slot machines
The king in peagreen rugby shirt and she his kitchen queen
I have the heels of the glass slipper
One little dance till my sandal's back snaps
[Panned Right]
We've sad wings
A cage is a lonely thing my love
The sky's so thoroughly
As you are everything to me
She slipped and grazed
Her perfect wings
On the frosted surface of his
Misogyny
Later at home
Paint toenails blue
The colour seems to suit her mood as
She imagines you
But when he comes, his hands are cold
His imagination puerile
He simply won't be told
Come to me, becomes routine
Up the garden path
Love and care, stand over there
Looking for a job
The other boys were calling from the bar and the slot machines
The king in peagreen rugby shirt and she his kitchen queen
I have the heels of the glass slipper
One little dance till my sandal's back snaps
[Panned Right]
We've sad wings
A cage is a lonely thing my love
The sky's so thoroughly
As you are everything to me
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