Shane Flew
She
She`s crossing the road to the highway, don't say she`s taking her time
Up the garden path to your doorway, you fall you get pushed aside
She belongs to the club of closure, in the home of you don`t belong
She`s the one that will turn you over, deep frying in the oil of song
Try running but you just can`t hide, stop drinking from the bottom of the well
That monkey`s got a grip on your shoulder, fundamental though you can`t tell
She can sin with the voice of angels, she can claw on a bed of nails
She appears in the morning papers, you get smeared right across her sails
She really knows when your talking fables, baby boy she can read your mind
She walks away leaving you disabled , a handful of straw and a vacant sign
Try running but you just can`t hide, stop drinking from the bottom of the well
That monkey`s got a grip on your shoulder, fundamental though you can`t tell
She, she
And now she`s cooking in your kitchen , your singing her favourite songs
She`s buying up your new wardrobe , you don't know who`s side your on
She can rule you with those fingers , make you fall down on your knees
She`s got your car and she`s got your apartment , she`s got a copy of all your keys
Try running but you just can`t hide, stop drinking from the bottom of the well
That monkey`s got a grip on your shoulder, fundamental though you can`t tell
She, she
(Thanks to Shane Flew for these lyrics)
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