Her whole world was spinning
And her hair was thinning
She creaked like the pliers that she
Would use on her brow
And to wrench up her frown
And the chorus would sing out of key

La la la lai and her waist and her thighs
Soon sighed and relaxed their firm hold
La la la hey and she steamed for she ate
And did everything that she was told

But naught was regarded
As dearly departed, from
A vantage the damage was void
But for that mannish girl
With muddy-water curls
She felt destruction on her was employed

Perhaps it was her,
Why all this occurred
And her head faced her heart in a round
A series of moves
And she's further removed
And the choir shrieks another round

La la la lai and her hands and her eyes
Both twitch and scrape to react
La la la hey and she'd hiss and she'd cry
If that ****** voice inside hadn't cracked