Sometimes she's rude
Sometimes she's too crude
Sometimes she understands
Sometimes her hands are dirty
So she stays there at home in her box
There's a part of her that shouts
And there's a part that only whispers
There's another part that's lost in space
There's a part that would spit if you kissed her
Most times I have to keep her in her box
It's not a sad thing
She gets to exercise her wings
It scares the * out of me
So many different ways to be
So she stays there at home
In her box
In her box
Most times I have to keep her in her box
There's too safe a word she's hiding in her box
A box maintained
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