Well she don't have her momma's hips yetnSo she stole her momma's lipsticknAnd she knew that I was comingnAnd I think that I know whynnShe goes by FionanShe seeks bad luck in omens nWhen she’s free and when she's lonely nShe comes beatin' at my door, singing: nnI've seen the future and the future's nothing newnJust another day to miss the things we used to donSo just lay me down somewhere like you donI've seen the future and the future's nothing newnnSteer the bitch back, paint the cranenWinter's coming back againnHide the bourbon, clean the stovenStack the wood in rows belownnSunday's coming, heat the platesnThe farmer's daughter lays in waitnJeans cut off above her kneesnLying there she waits for me nnShe goes by Fiona nshe seeks bad luck in omensnWhen she's free and when she's lonely nshe comes beating at my door, singing:nnI've seen the future and the future's nothing newnJust another day to miss the things we used to donSo just lay me down somewhere like you donI've seen the future and the future's nothing newnnWell everybody's pushing papernLearning how to loose a buck nAnd all the crystal balls in PortlandnGonna tell you how it's toughnYou need a little bit of lovingnJust trying to get the good rush nBut if you really saw it coming nwould it matter all that much, sayingnnI've seen the future and the future's nothing newnJust another day to miss the things we used to donSo just lay me down somewhere like you donI've seen the future and the future's nothing newnnWell she don't have her momma's hips yetnSo she stole her momma's lipsticknAnd she knew that I was comingnAnd I think that I know why