She was a girl that would read your fortune
Like a bad musician she played it all wrong
Never had no rhyme or reason
She'd say your taste is out of season
She's always been to places you haven't gone to yourself
She only seems at home when she is trashing someone else
Forever into books like Secret Ways to Read the Mind
She comes on to you, grabs you collar, looks you in the eye

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