papa may have been a rolling stonenbut he always homenhuggin his little girlnplaying games and allnand that's admirablennso how's she so sad and sorengirl's been touched by a devil or somethingnshe always running ike she scarednwhen nothin's there it's a little weirdnnshe screamsnwithout a soundncrying's getting louder nowni think i hear her falling downnneraser fallsngreat white sharksnand mirror balls spinning disco's loudest triumph at the worldnntook too many doses..nthings are brightnand they keep bendingnmaking everything just, rise and fallnnas if the world were breathing lungsnfull of atmospherenwith such an arrogant airnabout the airnnand it's humidnit's liquidnit's warm andnit's it's coolnnshe screams without a soundnher cries are getting stifled nowni think i hear her drowning outnnshe's my girlnafflictions and allnnoh my godnit's been building for yearsnscreaming gets too loud to hearnnalright?nnmy answer to younremains the samenuntil the daynthey find me black and bluennand if you think that it's coolni do toon