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Why the painted face
You've not joined the circus
There's a line on that map
I drew that line
Does she want me to stand with my hands on my head
The pastor read the sermon
And I frankly perspired
Will Jesus love me Hug me
While she waits behind stained glass with her one good eye
Have her blood stains revealed
What is in her troubled mind

Bring me a grown man
Crying like an orphan

Here comes the ghost
That's trailing me
With her long hair, short hair, senseless, dumb, and creepy
Mama, why do you hold me so close

So she wrote a letter
And she packed some wine
Does anyone out there love me still
Will I arrive on time
I see
Would stronger men kneel, as she is robbing them blind

You might lose taste for your God
You might find nothing to do
All of her face is torn off
Now we have nothing to prove
Look at the trouble I'm in
By virtue of once admitting a stranger
I will not wait for no plain-clothed apparition
Who from California touched down
On a Pennsylvania runway as a Ghost

So I'll meet her for dinner
We will talk about the weather
I'll have no way of quite knowing
If she's coming or she's going
It's so hard to make engagements with yourself
As the doctor spreads the instruments upon the shelf
And the self-made man collects his undue wealth
And the Roman Emperor just kills himself
Muttering
She's in love with all the animals and so she feeds the animals.
She's in love with all the animals and so she feeds the animals.