I hold an image of the ashtray girl   Of the cigarette burns on my chest   I wrote a poem that described her world   That put our friendship to the test   And late at night whilst on all fours   She used to watch me kiss the floor   What's wrong with this picture?   What's wrong with this picture?      Farewell the ashtray girl   Forbidden snowflake   Beware this troubled world   Watch out for earthquakes   Goodbye to open sores   To broken centrefolds   You know we miss her   We miss her picture      Sometimes it's faded   Disintegrated   For fear of growing old   Sometimes it's faded   Assassinated   For fear of growing old      Farewell the ashtray girl   Angelic fruit cake   Beware this troubled world   Control your intake   Goodbye to open sores   Goodbye and furthermore   You know we miss her   We miss her picture      Sometimes it's faded   Disintegrated   For fear of growing old   Sometimes it's faded   Assassinated   For fear of growing old      Hang on   Though we try, it's gone   Hang on   Though we try, it's gone      Sometimes it's faded   Disintegrated   For fear of growing old   Sometimes it's faded   Assassinated   For fear of growing old      Can't stop growing old   Can't stop growing old   Can't stop growing old   ...