You know she doesn't bother putting ribbons in her hair   It's like she doesn't care   Just a long for the ride, yeah      Dancing in the vestibule where everyone can see   Nothing left for me   Just a bouncing ballerina      Underneath her sweater a mysterious code   Given to her mother seven weeks ago   You know it doesn't matter if the President knows      Suddenly she's staking out the pigeons in the square   Normal people stare   Under orders from the Germans      Her father whispers in her ear before she falls asleep   A secret she can keep   Make use of in the morning      She won't discuss the issue in a letter or a phone   Sparing with her adjectives careful with her clothes   She's got to find a way to let the President know      She may be falling, literally crawling   Notorious scrawling but hey   Do you know what it is to be brave?   Do you know it's your ass she's gonna save?      The interview is over now, they're taking her away   The unenlightened day   Festers in the foreground      They've cordoned off the corridor and hidden her from view   The actors take their cue   Standing at attention      She crouches in the corner with the couches and the crows   Deciphering a message in the riddle he chose   And now she's pretty certain the President knows