From an ordinary house, in an ordinary road,
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From an ordinary town there came an ordinary girl,
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Wore a face that looked surprised, a book of dog-earred rhymes.
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She never made a sound, never said a word,
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Nothing was ever seen, nothing was ever heard,
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From an ordinary town, and an ordinary girl.
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She's feeling, outrageous, so daft and courageous,
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She's laughing, flirtacious, while falling unconscious,
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She's selfish, and needy, she's wanton and greedy,
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She's mugging her lovers, she's bleeding the buggers from the level.
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In an ordinary house, in an ordinary town,
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Upon an ordinary street, nothing was ever found,
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By an ordinary girl who never made a sound.
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She's up in the attic, she's bristling with static,
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Her beauty’s vampiric, so sullen and stoic,
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She's wanton, she’s needy, she’s selfish and greedy,
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She's mugging her lovers, she's bleeding the buggers from the level.
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The ones she's been kissing, all strangely gone missing,
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On a day when the weather was stormy, untether,
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Do you see them? No, never, they all went together,
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They all went together, with the ordinary girl.
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An Ordinary Girl
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| I Am Kloot |
