Monday, March 24, 2008

What About Your Sister, I often miss her

You touched my hand
I'm not a fan

You held a dance in your basement

The mirror ball
The horse's stall

There was no arrangement
You're so thin
Where've you been?

I never got the chance to tell you
Yes or no
I let it go too long
Alright

Out and about with the Junior Panthers
And now I'm riding on the back
Looking over your shoulder
So you'll know I'm there

I forgot to signal right
Now I'm running the red light

What about your sister, I often miss her
But I see her more than you

Now I see you
I don't see you at all
In the mirror ball

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