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she was hungry so hungry
 she was trying to think clear
 she kept opening the fridge door
 looking at the mustard and the beer
 then finally she went out into the rain
 carrying her bicycle chain
 and her feet worked the pedals
 while her appetite steered
 after that she just followed her nose
 and fate is not just whose cooking smells good
 but which way the wind blows
 she laid down in her party dress and never got up
 needless to say she missed the party
 she just got sad
 then she got stuck
 she was wincing like something brittle trying hard to bend
 she was numb with the terror of losing her best friend
 but we never see things changing
 we only see them ending
 and some vicious whispering voice
 keeps saying you have no choice
 you have no choice
 cuz when i look at you i squint
 you are that beautiful
 and my pussy is a tractor
 and this is a tractor pull
 i'm haunted by my illicit, explicit dreams
 and i can't really wake up
 so i just drift in between
 thinking the glass is half empty
 and thinking it's not quite full
 the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride
 try to hit the brakes
 and you slide
 and you slide
 and you slide