Her spine is tingling, her mind lingeringnWay back a year ago,nThe name's on the door, yeah she's changed a lot morenI'll tell you how I knownLater on we dropped her off, she was mad at firstnIn a fog, what does she want, to throw it in reversenAnd with that boredom, the burden's grown too muchnShe waits for help to come, but nothing ever doesnLater on we dropped her off, she was mad at firstnIn a fog, what does she want, to throw it in reversenShe'll let herself go, won't work it overnShe'll burn the house down, then run for covernShe'll slip into a hot bath and then sleepnLater on we dropped her offnIn a fog, what does she want?nWhat does she want?nWhat does she want?