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She wasn't from this world She was from Australia Halfway around the globe she came not knowin' a soul To New York City no less I love to watch her lips form the words that's shrouded in accent Sashay confidently down the torn brick alleys of my heart Kickin' over ashcans of failure and blazing depressed Darkened corridors with a nice blue light Behind the intense feminine regal gestures Was the penal colony muscle of drunken pirates And it was a juxtaposition that soaked my heart in passion She was a mouthy B alright, and I love her She was a mouthy B alright, and I love her My curiosity about her every move is insatiable And I certainly wanted to know her perspective on America Barking like a little pirate she would begin: "I don't think your government cares about its people The exorbitant cost of education? There's no looking to educate the lower, the middle classes Officials piss on your future And what's with all the flags? I never seen such insecurity in all my life Life" she would say Dragging the vowel like a thief wrestling a weighted bag of golden chalices down the Vatican steps She was a mouthy B alright, and I love her She was a mouthy B alright, and I love her Bar get a couple of drinks in her It was like hell had declared a fire sale "You don't manufacture anything here but war machines Your country has to be at war to keep the economy going The first thing you oughta do is stop calling soldiers heroes It's an insult to the soldiers that really were heroes Unless they killed Nazis there's a pretty good possibility They're not heroes, they're just deadly little boys in camouflage With a license to kill acting out scenes from video games back home and waiting for the applause of Wal-Mart shoppers Along with "freedom", "heroes" is the most overused word in your national vocabulary" She was quietly introspective with a hangover the next day But she never backed down She was a mouthy B alright, and I love her She was a mouthy B alright, and I love her Held a racetrack with doused with gasoline And caught fire well she was on a roll She would ask me why I thought Americans were so desperate to hang on to their guns "It's so obvious" she would say "the country which was settled by Puritans and religious fanatics had committed genocide on the inhabitants and then built the country with slave labor, all the while praying in the schools But the true conscience of the country knew that someday there would have to be retribution And that means the ghosts of those that were destroyed would slay the citizens in their sleep Americans could keep their guilt at bay with shiny cars and bright lights emanating from gigantic television screens that could dull their brain with perfected autotuned sound effects submoronic lyrics and childlike melodies They can put home alarm security systems in every room And they can drive around in jeeps and pseudomilitary vehicles But they knew that someday the blood was gonna run in the streets like rivers of stagnant wine So it'd be best to arm yourself against the boogeyman" She was a mouthy B alright, and I love her She was a mouthy B alright, and I love her Her