Miss Barren Brooks

Did you really paint your toes true blue? And did that little bitch hang up on you. And did you really call me on the phone Saying you were broke and all alone I heard that you had painted pictures too Did you think those boots look good on you? And don't you know that blonde girls always dye Their hair to match their pretty grey-blue eyes. When they feel like dying Don't you feel like dying Don't you feel like trying something new Don't you think I feel the same way to We watch the children swimming from the shore The air is cold but the sea is often warm I smell the heather cutting at your shins I lick the salt that's burning at your skin And I feel like dying I feel like dying Don't you feel like trying something new Don't you think I feel the same way to I feel like I can't go on (Does it make you) Feel like you can't go on (Does it break you) Feel like you can't go on She called herself Miss Barren Brooks by now She never cared for Lulu anyhow She never cared for intellectuals - She never really stopped to read those books And now she feels like dying Don't you feel like dying I feel like dying ---- (I've lost my heart again)