She Was Not One For Emptying Her

Or You'd Just Passed By One Of Those Puddles In The Street With Gasoline Rainbows In Them. I Mean You'd Be Different In Some Way—i Can't Explain What I Mean. And Even If I Could, I'm Not Sure I'd Feel Like It.

Maybe There's A Trapdoor Under My Chair, And I'll Just Disappear.

I'm One Of The Little Foxes That Spoil The Grapes.

She Was Not One For Emptying Her Face Of Expression.

Life Is A Game, Boy. Life Is A Game That One Plays According To The Rules.