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She looks like she used to be happy
And all she wants to do everynight
is watch the city and the stars
she smells like scratch and sniff fruit stickers
the kind he got then
when he did well in first grade
she sounds like a spoonfull of sugar
with bitter medicine hidden
beneath the confectionary mound
She feels like a red rose
when her soft skin glides
silent against your face
She tastes like the dew
from the tops of untouched hills
the ones you read about in your books
and i'll climb that hill in my own way
just wait a while for the right day
and as i rise above the treeline and the clouds
i look down
hear the sound of the things you said today
She is the saddest girl that I have ever known
And all she wants to do everynight
is watch the city and the stars
she smells like scratch and sniff fruit stickers
the kind he got then
when he did well in first grade
she sounds like a spoonfull of sugar
with bitter medicine hidden
beneath the confectionary mound
She feels like a red rose
when her soft skin glides
silent against your face
She tastes like the dew
from the tops of untouched hills
the ones you read about in your books
and i'll climb that hill in my own way
just wait a while for the right day
and as i rise above the treeline and the clouds
i look down
hear the sound of the things you said today
She is the saddest girl that I have ever known