I’m not a suicide girl
I live in a rubber world
I’m not Joan of Arc
But I like dreaming in the dark.
And what about you?
what makes you sad and blue?
is it the curse you wear?
stranded in the neon glare?
Sunday is the loneliest day of the week
for the queen of the sinister freaks.
I’m not a debutante
I creep in the house I haunt
I’m not an aristocrat
I collect burgundy cats
And what about you?
do you hate all the things are brand new?
It is it a kiss you give?
or have you forgotten how to live?
Reprise
On the day that you die
and burning airplanes cruise the sky
will you call my name and have me standing by?
Reprise