i know a girl
	girl
	girl she's
got the feeling that she doesn't exist
whenever i turn to serious
she bats and closes her purple eyes
she loves to tell me stories
about being a glam rock star
me? who's me?	 she says
not here now but i'm gonna be a
glam      rock      star
she says she doesn't like to be liked
she says she wouldn't like
to be wanted by anyone
so i swallow my tongue
i think she's compensating
but for sure i don't know
so i don't say
i think she's thinking of
figures peering into her windows
the thought of him alarms her
she says she doesn't like to be liked
i know a girl girl
	girl she's
sometimes a little too mean
but she knows she can't lose me
and somehow she runs on empty