She Doesn't Drive In Thunder
She's Waiting For A Wonder
To Light A Burning Flame
Well Here She Comes
Flips Down The Star
And Keeps It Safely
In A Jar
But When She Fears
It's Not For Real
She Ends Up Hanging
In The Ball
She Doesn't Like The Summer
She Never Burns Her Skin
She's Such A Late Comer
Hesitates To Begin
She's Made A Little Painter
It's Full Of Open Lines
While Her Life Gives Way
Something Inside Her Desks
She Doesn't Like The Summer

Well Here She Comes
Flips Down The Star
And Keeps It Safely
In A Jar
But When She Fears
It's Not For Real
She Ends Up Hanging
In The Ball
Flips Down The Star
Her Hair Is Wicked
Around Her Neck
She Keeps Her Magic Amulet
Well Here She Comes
Flips Down The Star
And Keeps It Safely
In A Jar
In a jar, but when she pees, it's not for real
She ends up hanging in the bars
Well, here she comes, takes down a star
And keeps it safe within a jar
But when she pees, it's not for real
She ends up hanging in the bars
She knows the secret of the stars
And keeps it safe within a jar
She knows the secret of the stars
And keeps it safe within a jar