He was 13    Under the spell of Afternoon talk shows    Mirror, Mirror    Another young boy on the telly, on the tube, totally tubular    Or was he a girl?    She looked so happy in her flamboyance    A tragedy turned into a drop of joy    She was no longer a sad teenage boy    She was no longer a sad teenage boy       Immediate Somewherelseness    She took him to a state of quandary    Listen to her story:    She touched his head    Luxurious red hair    So shocked she was by the blood, by the blood, by the blood   Running-diggity down down her hand    In horror she forgot who she was    Though one consideration tethered some joy   She was no longer a sad teenage boy   She was no longer a sad teenage boy    She was no longer a sad teenage boy    She was no longer a sad teenage boy    Find your happiness where you like it …      Copyright 2005 Beau Phillips