She was a rock star girl
Partying every night...

Violets are blue and roses are red
But what do you do when the flowers are dead...

I'm rotting inside
My heart is no more...

Fur like a brillo pad
Or like a scrubbing brush...

(Rumours are evil things that can tear a person...
I'd like to tell you about rumours...

The liquid shimmers, fresh and new
Crystallised blue...

The heavenly warmness fills my body
The smoothness is like a warm caress...

She smiles into the camera
And strikes yet another pose...

There's scattered pictures
On my bedroom floor...

I did whatever the hell you asked me to.
I was an innocent girl before i ever met you...

Spring time
A time for love...

Beautiful flowers
Grow in such lovely colours...