The boys like her cause she’s easy to love

Soft and dirty little soiled dove

And she dreams of a day when there’s always more than she needs

She leans into doorways, watching the beautiful people, so at ease

Sometimes it feels like a carnival -- standing in a hall of mirrors

Looking for glimpses of something true -- for the impossibly clearer

The room begins to spin, illusions slip down...

And the girl goes round

The girl goes round

The girl goes round

And the world slows down

With fleeting beauty of an opened rose

And perfect vision of a faraway town, where nobody knows her

Crumpled up hopes and the slippery slopes where she left her innocence

She doesn’t even need to drink anymore,

She just closes her eyes, and then

Somehow it turns to a carnival -- standing in a hall of mirrors

Looking for glimpses of something true -- for the impossibly clearer

Chorus / solo

Oh, one swift draw and all the world’s a blur...

Oh, it’s not like anyone will miss her...

[Chorus]