I don’t know what she’s doing now Last I heard from her she said She felt as if she should be dead I guess in fact she usually died
It’s so hard for me to explain I guess she has the strange approach It makes her seem beyond reproach Until you find out what she is
**CHORUS** Cynthia Gerome, it works just for a while Dragging people home by the leash of your sweet smile Then just when you think that much will do Suddenly the world is on to you
They start to laugh behind your back Do imitations of your style That’s when you know that people’s smiles No longer mean they envy you
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She wakes and rubs her clouded eyes She smokes a cigarette at dawn Her lover tries to turn her on She only shrugs and rolls away
She’s lost the taste I dare suppose It doesn’t move her anymore Her lover softly closed the door I guess he had nothing to say