Her smile doesn't always win They say she's crazy Her mind reads like a patterned shirt Made out of maybes She sighs she cries But she knows That Andy Warhol was right Now she got fifteen minutes on her side
She says life is like orange juice that tastes like tin And she feels like watercolor paint That washes off now She sighs she cries But she knows That Andy Warhol was right Now she got fifteen minutes on her side