11/29/06 lyrics/music – kent meloy
someone made a point
of pointing her out to you.
girl made of whispers and wine
poised on the frontier
of clique and cliche
keeping the beat of a different time
it don’t come back
cause it’s buried away
she keeps it under wraps
and she likes it that way
why don’t you…
why don’t you?
she cuts no slack
it’s the theme for the day
she keeps it in her hat
and it’s better that way
why don’t you
why don’t you?
nothing but facade
pulled over rough charade
hole within a hole within a hole
crepe-souled waif with a
heart of clay
gingerly she modifies her role
kinescopic, gears and flowers
oil and mascara and perfume
see how ‘nothing’ fills an empty room