There's the girl with the eyes with her face toward the sky,
she's been there for days so it seems.
She's counting the stars like the steps to a dance,
singing "1,2,3 - 1,2,3 - 1,2,3 - 1,2,3..."
Don't rise up from the ground cause you'll hurt yourself.
She's got a bug in a jar, well it glows like her smile,
she's gaurding it with all she can.
If she'd aknowledge my prescence then I'd take her away and show the world just how stunning I am.
Sleep well tonight my girl, my girl. You'll be okay.