Was it the season's demise
To bear unpleasant surprise?
...had her sized as a happy girl.
Through the full moon eye,
The night revealed her disguise
But i have no sight, and i'm gullible...
And comfortable.
But i'm not lonely
I'm not like my mother
I can lift the fog from my eyes
So, come and see me
You can take or leave me
When i hit the shelves
They'll be forming a line
And i'll be just fine
Oh, the lies we eat,
Oh, the taste of defeat,
Oh, the lies we eat,
So hard to swallow.
But i'm not lonely
I'm not like my mother
I can lift the fog from my eyes
So, come and see me
You can take or leave me
When i hit the shelves
They'll be forming a line
And i'll be just fine