• There's that girl from down the street

    Never uttered more than a squeak

    On her arms the cuts run up and the cuts run down

    But that girl, she never wears a frown

    Maybe there is something wrong

    That girl is singing the same sad song

    I wonder why

    That girl she is so shy

    I saw that girl again today

    But when I waved that girl had nothing to say

    In her hair she wore some lace

    But now... That girl... She's gone... Vanished... With out a trace...