She’s hysterical, his biblical perfection
Can work the locks to her own hands
And when he’s gone, she’ll scream outside
A burning space oddity, just like other girls
Perfect maids, marching in the street

It takes cruelty to seem so kind
To one’s neighbour, to oneself
Words become corrupt
When parity is missing in their ends

She’s checking his mail with fatal expectations
Can work the locks to her own hands
And when he’s gone, she’ll scream outside
A burning space oddity, just like other girls
Muttering with others in denial