chastised and abraded   so windswept and faded   she wore the aspect of an old maid      well you’re still taking lovers   you take some further than others   i still can not believe how I saw behind your blinded, blotted eyes   but I could not get beneath your covers      i've seen the old cabaret   with the fetish's tailor   i’ve seen the morbid cachet   of significant failure      and I know this means so much more to me than it does to you   but meet me back in room 417 we’ve still got work to do      hey baby i know you had that baby before you were really ready to   because I’ve seen you hold it so timid and unsteady and I’ve seen the fear when it looks at you      and i've seen so much of your body   and though you were just under 30   I swore I saw on your face the aspect of an old maid (old maid)      and to call on your tyrant director   that his cruel will be dispersed   ‘til all my deeds to the inspector   i am ready for the worst      all that hubcap stealing, marijuana dealing, high sex crimes and electric cars      hey painting in the crosshairs lets you rearrange the deck chairs   though you swoon and you sway you still don’t belong here   and it’s not as if I ever really told you that I cared   but you know that even if i did    you still would not be spared      and you’re still taking long drives    even the end designing needs of why      oh it's so hard to know just how to dress for the last days of our lives      i've seen the whole three act play   i've seen the poster and the trailer   I never thought i'd have to pay    this much attention to one girl just to nail her      down as to what it was   she wore the aspect of an old maid