She sounds concerned
As she calls on the phone
Are you going out
Why are you alone
Like an angel with a bugle
He calls me again
Are you going out?
Please tell me when
like a white skinny spider
That can hardly walk
I’ve been so alone
I can hardly talk
I’m secretly afraid
Or I think that I am
Or I m what I think
Or I don’t understand
How going to Tesco’s
Can be an ordeal
With all the masked people
the atmosphere surreal
she’s made of steel
She’s as strong as an ox
But I’m the one
Who always gets the pox
