Lyrics

I watch your step You see me cry You send it back I wonder why Am I Just not tough enough Watch me closely No lessons Nothing learned, no Forgetting Maybe If I were a kid And that fear, that Panic which swells In ladies' stomachs And fills powder rooms With sweat Which leads us back to powder rooms And then to dinner Which we cannot taste through the panic So you can either Needle point your life away Or you can throw The hair dryer In the bath tub