She said she had took a picture that maybe I like
I wonder why she put it into an envelope
Without even writing a word
Not even a word from me
It was only the picture of a willow tree
I don't live here for a long time
That's why I don't receive my mail
The busman doesn't know my name So he brings back all the letters
Not a letter for me
Only the picture of a willow tree
Went back from school To the subway
To the train And then I took a bus
Walked on the street So familiar
Typed a code And then I pushed the door
And it wasn't mine anymore
Just didn't remember that I moved a week ago
The hall smelled like I was at home I
walked up the stairs to my dad's door
Outside there was a father And his daughter and his young son
With a flying piggy top They all live here in my apartment
It's not my home I don't live here anymore
What have I done to earn like that?
Oh, what have I done to earn like that?
I never asked but it's kind of life But it's kind of life
Now
I live with that horrible woman Who's had a teeny love affair
She takes photographs of us undressed
And she sells it for thousand dollars
She tells us that it is art Her aunt would make it teenage girls
She calls it art
I don't know exactly why I'm here God
knows how many mistakes I have done
But I don't have a place to call home Just like my ten new sisters
Oh, what a strange way to earn money
It's not just a picture of a willow tree
What
have I done to earn like that?
Oh,
what have I done to earn like that?
Oh,
heaven knows I never asked but it's kind of life
But it's kind of life
She said she had took a picture that maybe I lied
I wonder why