Wilhelmina remained convinced that her relief was waiting beyond The suburban half-life she loathed from the shadows She didn't know which way to turn until the carnival of freaks passed her by And whisked her away to where diamonds are halos
Every little bit helps. believe me Every little bit helps. believe me Every little bit helps. please help me. Believe me.
The men in bars and girls in cars made promises to satisfy The uncontrollable urge to relieve the frustration The ugly snag of transient life is that all towns are one in the same It all depends which end of the dog she is facing
She's piling laundry on top of the man she impaled with a decorative spear If he was turned face up we could gauge his repose As the engine turns over she waits for the carnival of freaks to come by And whisk her away to where diamonds are halos
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