Beneath your thick skin, there must have been a creature
Controlling you like a marionette robot
Or else how could you have said those things?
Or else how could I have stopped your heart?
I did the autopsy with my scalpel
And found that, yes, my brand new theory was true
And the creature was a nasty bugger
And she bit my arm clear right through
But now I know that wasn't really you, Girl Number Two
But now I know that wasn't really you
"The d**h of Girl Number Two," read the first line
Written by a fond paper columnist
"actually happened in the 20's
And since she's been inhabited by an oddly whimsical creature
She was a marionette to its hand."
Full Stop. And then the whole story
And everyone sighed when it ran
But now I know that wasn't really you, Girl Number Two
But now I know that wasn't really you