Beneath your thick skin, There must have been a creature Controlling you like a marionette robot. Or else how could you have said those things? Or else how could you have stopped your heart? I did the autopsy with my scalpel And found that, yes, my brand new theory was true. And the creature was a nasty bugger And she bit my arm clear right through, But now i know that wasn't really you, girl number two. "the death of girl number two," read the first line, Written by a fond paper columnist, "actually happened in the 20's And since she's been inhabited by an oddly whimsical creature. She was a marionette to its hand." Full stop. and then the whole story. And everyone sighed when it ran.