Who is that girl in the halls?
With her fluttering shirts,
and flowing skirts?
In blues and yellows?
But sometimes she wears purple,
or black, or red, or pink.
A guardian angel;
that's what I think.
She saved me from a suicide,
a suicide by cutting.
Heard her voice,
looked into her eyes,
and lost myself to her narcotic charms.
So sweet, but somehow dangerous
that she can control so completely,
but she only does it for good.
She's innocent like a little girl,
but inside, and out,
she's all grown up.
