she was hungry
  so hungry
  she was trying to think clear
  she kept opening the fridge door
  staring at the mustard and the beer
    then finally she went out into the rain
  carrying her bicycle chain
  and her feet were the pedals
  while her appetite steered
  and after that she just followed her nose
  and fate is not just
  whose cooking smells good
  but which way the wind blows
    she lay down in her party dress
  and never got up
  needless to say
  she missed the party
  she just got sad
  then she got stuck
    she was bending
  like something brittle
  trying hard to bend
  she was numb
  with the terror
  of losing her best friend
  we never see things changing
  we only see them ending
    and some vicious whispering voice kept saying
  you have no choice
  you have....
    'cause when I look at you I squint
  you are that beautiful
  and my pussy is a tractor
  and this is a tractor pull
  and I am haunted
  by my illicit exquisite dream
  but I can't really wake up
  so I just drift in between
  thinking the glass is half-empty
  and thinking it's not quite full
  the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride
  try to hit the brakes and you slide
  slide
  slide
  slide
    the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride
  try to hit the brakes and you
  slide
  slide
  slide
  slide
  slide
  slide
  slide
  slide
  slide