Make a hole with a gun perpendicular To the name of this town in a desktop globe Exit wound in a foreign nation Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there Water spirals the wrong way out the sink And her voice is a backwards record It's like a whirlpool, and it never ends
(Ann) Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow Of each other's majestic presence (Listen Ann) Listen Ana hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say If there was a me for you
All alone at the '64 World's Fair Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all" Who was at the DuPont Pavilion?