Once there was a girlie,nShe was kinda surly,nStuck a needle in her eye.nA hundred deathsnOn her beige breastsnAnd poor baby can't cry. nShe loved her junky boyfriend,nTried to help his heart mend,nAsshole with an appetite.nLiving undernAn elevator shaftnCan be cold at night. nWhenever they were hungrynShe would get the money,nGirlie couldn't take a stand,nTill she said,nI let you believe you could rule over menSo you'd feel like big strong man nTouched by any feelernAny stinking dealer,nShe knew that she would surely die,nSo she said,nIf I'm gonna die with a needle in my eye,nI'm gonna do it by my own hand. nAnd he heard it through the wallsnHe heard it through the wallsnHe heard it through the walls... nShe worked like a doctor,nVery determined,nNot afraid of getting prickednBy some lame spike,nNever wondering why. nWell she left him in the dustnAnd got even more fucked upnAnd she did it all by herself.nBut even when she got her assnOff of the streetsnHe would visit her in her dreams. nThe last time she saw her darlin'nWas at the funeral parlour,nHe was fresh off of the prison shelf.nYeah he died with a needle in his eye,nBut she was clean clean clean.nYeah, she was clean clean clean. nAnd he heard it through the wallsnHe heard it through the wallsnHe heard it through the walls... nOnce there was a girlie,nShe was kinda surly,nStuck a needle in her eye