Look at that girl
On her way home from the supermarket
Her lips sewn shut
She can't keep a secret, you see.
And she's the spit and image of a cardiac arrest
The doctors - they told her
She can't afford to swallow
One more piece of cryptic irony
Oh Margaret takes cannibals in
Reads them only half a story
Feeds the pigeons
While they swoon
On a Sunday afternoon...
On her way home from the supermarket
Her lips sewn shut
She can't keep a secret, you see.
And she's the spit and image of a cardiac arrest
The doctors - they told her
She can't afford to swallow
One more piece of cryptic irony
Oh Margaret takes cannibals in
Reads them only half a story
Feeds the pigeons
While they swoon
On a Sunday afternoon...