The Death Of Girl Number Two

Beneath your thick skin
There must have been a creature
Controlling you like a marionette robot
Or else how could you have said those things?
Or else how could I have stopped your heart?
Did the autopsy with my scalpel
And found that, yes, my brand new theory was true
And the creature was a nasty bugger
And she bit my arm clear right through
But now I know that wasn’t really you, girl number two
But now I know that wasn’t really you
«The death of girl number two,» read the first line
Written by a fond paper columnist
«actually happened in the 20's
And since she’s been inhabited by an oddly whimsical creature
She was a marionette to its hand.»
Full stop, and then the whole story
Seeing everyone sighed when it ran
But now I know that wasn’t really you, girl number two
But now I know that wasn’t really you
But now I know that wasn’t really you, girl number two
But now I know that wasn’t really you