They looked at her this way every since she was a girlnMr. Feathers, Mr. FeathersnThe echo in every smile that would curl into a leer, oh my dear!n(Oh my dear)nMr. Feathers is nearn(Oh my dear)nThe counter is foreign, something is spoilingnIt's really appallingnYou pleased and you promisednYou never saw it throughnNobody knows, the damage that we donDo you carry it with you?nnShe passed him out in the streetnHe suddenly seems so frail as her fast heart beatnShe should kick him anyway, sharpen her nailsnFor eyes that stray, where hands should never straynnShe thought she was wanted, ever since she was a girlnMr. Feathers, Mr. FeathersnThe kindness in every smile that would curl into a sneer, oh my dear!nMr. Feathers is nearnHer lover is callingnSomething is spoilingnIt's really appallingnYou pleased and you promised,nYou never saw it throughnNobody knows the damage that we donThe damage that we do.