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