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She looks so neat, she looks so smart
Dressed in her dead grandmothers clothes

In her hand she holds the knife
That cuts the bread that I will eat
I'll see she prays, I'll see she sleeps
And I will see she cleans her teeth

I'm wasting her time with fickle heart and fickle mind
I think it's high time
We started wearing clothes that suit our age

Chocolate is the gift she delivers in a box
That she grips far too tightly, so knuckles all turn white
But her mind is alert, she can see that I'm aware
That my eyes no longer care whether we're bruising hips tonight

And if we both stopped smoking cigarettes
We had have cash for the drugs, we haven't taken yet
If we got drunk maybe we'd forget
That our nights have been filled with bad sex

She looks so neat, she looks so smart
Dressed in her dead grandmothers clothes