everywhere she looks   she looks through the corner of her eye   everytime she left   she never turned to say goodbye   swaying in the corner of the ballroom   alone by the music   she looked like a spiderweb      fresh from the war   he complements her bedroom decor   she crawled in there like water   she drowned in there on the floor   she left him gasping for air   and crying for more.   and the morning sun was embarrassed to find them   lying together   neither could remember the other's name   he stepped out of her mind   and into the hall   and they never saw each other again.   whoaa...   and someone gave her a manual of love in the world today   and that page is not pulpy because there is no proper way   it's so easy for those with the unclenching eye   to find some unfulfilled human being to fry   she is looking for the kisses that she never got at home   her lips are puckered and she is walking alone   and if she ends up with some dirty hot disease   its a small price she pays for the need to be pleased.   and there are too few who open both eyes   we sit back in our easy chairs and try to sympathize   but whether from the point of a needle   or the edge of her bed   our heroine like too many others now is dead   and lisa is lucky, she ended up with a baby boy   she's 16 years old, doesn't know her body's not a toy   joel is hungry, he is doing the town   andrea is on the rebound.   walk to the corner and run from what you find   we have to abort our cannibalistic state of mind.   everywhere she looked   she looked through the corner of her eye   and everytime she left she never turned to say goodbye   swaying in the corner of the ballroom   alone by the music   she looked like a spiderweb.      fresh from the war   he complements her bedroom decor   she didn't know this time she was the victim   he had nothing to lose anymore...