Andrew Bird - Self-Torture - Текст песни

I knew this one girl,
Drowned in her own curls -
Candy colored swirls,
That never seemed to end..

I could not comprehend
Half what she said to me
So casually -
All our tender ears would bend

Tales of ritual self-torture..
She's making you abort your
Most carefully laid plans..
To make a final stand,
Rest of world to hand
A scoreless victory for serendipity..