That little junky girl
Youre playing right into her hand, you know
And sold your furniture
Sold your cables and your mic
Who stopped in Kensington
And saw you werent doing so well these days?
And helped you out of bed
And made you give it one more try
I made you sandwiches
I brought you magazines and playing cards
But saw no bandages
And saw no evidence of help
And told you all I know
And told you what I thought you should do:
Shes not the one for you
Its time you found somebody else
Shes the source and you know