Well she's kind of like an artist Never finishes, she abandons
And she's kind of like a movie And no one understands it
She opens her mouth to speak and What comes out's a mystery Thought about, not understood
Well she dances alone in nightclubs Every other day of the week People look right through her Baby doll, check your cheek
And she's kind of like a poet Who finds it hard to speak Like the colors down a sheet
She opens her mouth to speak and What comes out's a mystery Thought about, not understood
I've been achin' for a while now, friend I've been achin' hard for years
Well she's kind of like an artist You never show me what you're doing
Well, I saw one of your pictures There was nothin' that I could see If no one's on your canvas
She closes her mouth to speak and Thought about an' only loved More from The Replacements