Whatever the woman in black does   Her hands are covered by silk gloves   She's a lady that looks elegant'n stylish   No one knows that she lives in misery      Sometimes when she's alone in her apartment   Deep in her soul she experiences her inner pain   It starts with running up'n down the floor   Suddenly it stops      She then cowers in a cramped position   And begins gnawing on her fingernails   Then continues by cutting up her already maimed   And stunted hands with a razor-blade      She pounds her tortured bloody fists on the floor   Unable to feel the same pain we would   At the end she cries out for all she's worth   Making her soar to her seventh day      Indifferent she goes to bed or watches tv   Not knowing that in reality   She shares that misery with many others   It repeats      Year for year   Month for month   Day for day   Hour for hour      When she was a child   Her parents gave no love   Only when she was sick   Everybody took care of her      And now she's thirty   It's still deep in her mind   It returns again - n - again   And it repeats      Year for year   Month for month   Day for day   Hour for hour      When she had problems as a teenager   Her parents gave no help   But when she had an accident   All took care of her      And now she's forty   It's still deep in her mind   She's controlled by muchhausen - syndrom   Incurable and damned to death