Well the day begins

You don't want to live

'Cause you can't believe

In the one you're with

'Cause you know her tricks

And you know her past

When she makes a face

You just have to laugh

And you feel like such a know-it-all

When you only want just a tiny girl

And you hope she'll sing.





So you turn around

Toward the tiny girls

Who have got no tricks

Who have got no past

Yea that's what you think

And you hope she'll sing

But she sings of greed

Like a young banshee

And she wants for this

And she wants for that

What did you think.