We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm

We can top the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change.

But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad

Oh, she's bad



It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again

You go stabbing yourself in the neck

It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again

And you go stabbing yourself in the neck



We can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm

And we can top the old times, clay-making that nothing else will change.

But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad

Oh, she's bad



Chorus



It's in the way that she posed.

It's in the things that she puts in my hair.

Her stories are boring and stuff.

She's always calling my bluff.

She puts the weights into my little heart,

And she gets in my room and she takes it apart.

She puts the weights into my little heart,

I said she puts the weights into my little heart.



She packs it away



It's in the way that she walks

Her heaven is never enough

She puts the weights in my heart

She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart.