Strange little girl, like all the rest Almost the end, but not quite Still waiting for my birthday cake To make a bite and choke on time
Days are lazy Days are wasted As i am
Open the windows i want to see My possessions going on excursions Let´s brake the china ´cos there will be no cake I forget why we celebrate
My teeth hurt, my obligations too All tomorrows are full of sorrows My hips ache, my laundry too The afternoons and the things to do
Days are lazy Days are tired Days are wasted and lame As i am
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