Now come one come all to this tragic affair

Wipe off that makeup, what´s in is despair

So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot

You might wake up and notice you´re someone you´re not

 If you look in the mirror and don´t like what you see

You can find out firsthand what it´s like to be me

 Another contusion, my funeral jag

Here´s my resignation, I´ll serve it in drag

You´ve got front row seats to the penitence ball

 When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!

´mon C´mon C´mon I said

 (Save me!) Get me the hell out of here

(Save me!) Too young to die and my dear

 (You can´t!) If you can hear me just walk away and

(Take me!)

ואם היה איזשהוא עיניין בלפרט ולהגיד שהכול כך וכך אולי הייתי אומרת. אבל הימים האלה טפלים. הם מסתכמים בקיום. ועייפות. הרבה עייפות.