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She'll greet you like an old friendAnd then never speak to you againShe'll whisper softly into your earBut for all accounts and purposes, remain unclearShe'll lead you to the corner of the chapelAnd find a way to capture your heartBeneath God and all his merchandiseAnd still you'll remain desolate and at largeLike a jewel thief aloof, but duly chargedShe'll try to kiss and to devourAnd then pretend you could never existShe'll feign ignorance as to the hourBut for all accounts and purposes, you will persistShe'll lead you to her treasured bar stoolbeneath the oak tree you so consciously ignoredonly to remain vulgar and misleadingand subsequently adored by you and all the other children throwing tantrumsand caution to the windShe'll open wounds that will not mendShe'll take your hand with such intentionthat subverts any initial trepidationwith only your poison and your neurosis as your fourth wallShe'll wheeze and cough and you'll heed the callShe'll present to you your dreamsSongtextepackaged nice and neatly like a birthday giftthat you'd been waiting for since you were bornand you wonder if maybe now they can be realisedand you wonder if these derbies are just too big to filland you wonder if this hunger will ever well and truly subsideand you wonder why the coffee always tastes so badand you wonder why, at the first sign of life, for all accounts and purposes, She'll scamper and hidewell boy, you think too much. Aus Songtexte Mania