She's sitting on your brain,
but you can't remember her.
She's on the tip of your tongue,
But you can't taste Her.
She's belonged to everybody-- been on everybody's mind;
But all she ever thought was,
"I wish you were mine."
You never noticed her-
-In the back-
-In all black.-
She was far too different from you
You couldn't feel her fingers on your back
But she felt you-
Thought about you all the time.
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