The tides & jabs of staying hairy

In 1987
She learnt about sex
On a visit to a tanning booth
And four years later her skirt is completely flawless
But she'd rather be a child again

April showers drummed on a parked utility vehicle
Remind her of the dead men who share her heart
She practiced being evil for a while as a form of self-defense
But she was shit at it
She didn't convince
She didn't convince

In 2005
She was buried alive
By her money, good looks and soul
And two hours later her brother discovered the body
Under boxes and boxes
Of terrible albums recorded to sustain drug habits
Most of them still encased in cellophane
She tried to set fire to them once in a kind of ecstatic fit
But she was doomed to fail
She didn't convince
She didn't convince