She plays a character
A fucking fiction
Her body by mattel
By day but not by night
Sleeps on the 909 train
Back to my place where she does stay
Uses the standard paper
As a pillow she does lay
Sometimes I try but I won't be there when you go
You said you know that I'm a man without a wall
oh let's go home
where the grass don't grow
Oh well I said it before and it's becoming a bore to you
And now we sit in the kitchen corner