I met a girl who bit her lip
Along with some other stuff thought to be hip
She spoke a TV like dialogue
And lived alone with a dog
They ran everywhere and the two of them were always shedding hair

She said that I should stay a while
And then she looked at me with a certain smile
What was I supposed to do, it would not do to be rude
Then she put some records on
And to everyone said "Oh my favourite song"

Then out came photographs ... sat by my side
Said life was an open book
But then she lied

The colder months had come and gone
One day she looked at me and said "now run along"
And that was it no tears no scene
An almost clinical clean
Now I sit with a vacant stare
And I wonder does she still have all her hair

So ends this episode this slice of bliss
When all is said and done
It is what it is