chastised and abradednso windswept and fadednshe wore the aspect of an old maidnnwell you’re still taking loversnyou take some further than othersni still can not believe how I saw behind your blinded, blotted eyesnbut I could not get beneath your coversnni've seen the old cabaretnwith the fetish's tailorni’ve seen the morbid cachetnof significant failurennand I know this means so much more to me than it does to younbut meet me back in room 417 we’ve still got work to donnhey baby i know you had that baby before you were really ready tonbecause I’ve seen you hold it so timid and unsteady and I’ve seen the fear when it looks at younnand i've seen so much of your bodynand though you were just under 30nI swore I saw on your face the aspect of an old maid (old maid)nnand to call on your tyrant directornthat his cruel will be dispersedn‘til all my deeds to the inspectorni am ready for the worstnnall that hubcap stealing, marijuana dealing, high sex crimes and electric carsnnhey painting in the crosshairs lets you rearrange the deck chairsnthough you swoon and you sway you still don’t belong herenand it’s not as if I ever really told you that I carednbut you know that even if i did nyou still would not be sparednnand you’re still taking long drives neven the end designing needs of whynnoh it's so hard to know just how to dress for the last days of our livesnni've seen the whole three act playni've seen the poster and the trailernI never thought i'd have to pay nthis much attention to one girl just to nail hernndown as to what it wasnshe wore the aspect of an old maidn