And there she was lying in wait Silently adrift A raving reckless renegade A prelude to a shift Nothing to lose and a vision to gain In pretty pain and ugly joy Under cover of the hard rain On the verge of being a toy Some questions she asks herself at night Are best left util morning Some questions she asks herself at night They stick up without warning Working at the edge of spotlight In a coloful society of friends With no regard for stage fright The hard shoulder ends Shes willing to be fearless Shes walking around without any clearance Expectation in the dimness Careful about her appearance Some questions she asks herself at night Are best left util morning Some questions she asks herself at night They stick up without warning
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