Let It Show

She said, "I've got no soul, I am not Nessarose That is the way that life goes"

I said, "Just let it show, you are not Nessarose Come on, grab your broom, let's go Come on, grab your broom, let's blow away"

She said, "I've got no soul, I am not Nessarose That is the way that life goes"

I said, "Just let it show that you're not Nessarose Come on, grab your broom, let's go Come on, grab your broom, let's blow"

I don't know where she ends and where

I begin The girl with green oily skin, she ends where

I begin I don't know where she ends and where

I begin The girl with green oily skin, she ends where

I begin Look at

Dorothy in the sickly sweet undertow

Look at Dorothy, believing and leading them all down the

Yellow Brick

Road She said, "I've got no soul"

I said, "You do, though"

She said, "I've got no soul, I am not Nessarose That's just the way that life goes That's just the way that life blows away"