The Death Of Girl Number Two

Beneath your thick skin, there must have been a creature

Controlling you like a marionette robot.

Or else how could you have said those things?

Or else how could I have stopped your heart?

I did the autopsy with my scalpel

And found that, yes, my brand new theory was true.

And the creature was a nasty bugger

And she bit my arm clear right through,

But now I know that wasn't really you, Girl Number Two.

But now I know that wasn't really you.

"The death of Girl Number Two," read the first line,

Written by a fond paper columnist,

"actually happened in the 20's

And since she's been inhabited by an oddly whimsical creature.

She was a marionette to its hand."

Full Stop. And then the whole story.

And everyone sighed when it ran.

But now I know that wasn't really you, Girl Number Two.

But now I know that wasn't really you.