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She looks pretty good in blue she's worn it out a lot. You look good onpaper too when actually you're not. She's not looking anymore forsomeone to feel sorry for so don'cha come round no more. She's gotpretty fake eye-lashes, slanted plastic glasses. Everyone who passessays she looks beautiful. But don't even think about asking her to dancecause in your sackcloth and ashes you're never gonna have a chance.
Sackcloth and ashes. She smeared you with her fingerprints just becauseshe could. She's not sorry for her sins as long as she looks good. Howcan she have so much fun knowing all the things she's done. She's bad,she's strong, or maybe she's stupid. But she's got pretty party dresses,manic-panic tresses. She believes that less is more where you'reconcerned. And you can only dream about the places that she's been causein your sackcloth and ashes they're never gonna let you in. One daymaybe you'll be way beyond this silly habit you've put on. Though andstrong enough and wrong and wrong enough for long enough to belongthere. But till that day comes along you'll be sullen and regretfulquerulous and fretful carrying a head full of evil thoughs and there'llbe lots of girls and people who want to know where you stand but in yoursackcloth and ashes you'll never make them understand. Sackcloth andashes. Sackcloth and ashes. Sackcloth and ashes. They're never gonnaunderstand.
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