Sheena,
You’re living above the pavement,
There’s your sister you didn’t know,
Crying gently on a waiter’s shoulder,
Get a haircut at the local shop,
Where no one knows she’s pregnant,
Sergeant of the local police,
Locked away the baby’s maker.
Sheena gets home from work,
Lifting her head from the table,
Things that I used to do quite well,
Now I’m just not able.
Sheena comes along so fast,
She knows that nothing in this life will really last,
That’s something I could learn.
There’s something going down my face,
Something red that leaves a trace,
I wonder how it got there,
And what it is if it is there.
Sheena
Had a nosebleed
When she looked into the mirror
Sheena
Had a nosebleed
When she looked into the mirror
Sheena tells her sister at night,
When she’s in a dream,
Come on over sister, sister that’s nice,
I’ve got baked goods and things.
Bring your partner, we’ll laugh a lot,
We’ll talk and play games at the table.
The kids will play around our feet and scream,
They’ll be acting strange but stable.
There’s something going down my face,
Something red that leaves a trace,
I wonder how it got there,
And what it is if it is there.
Sheena
Had a nosebleed
When she looked into the mirror
Sheena
Had a nosebleed
When she looked into the mirror
Sheena
Had a nosebleed
When she looked into the mirror
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