The tides & jabs of staying hairy

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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