Вершы: Consumed. Breakfast At Pappa's. Bye, Bye Fatman.

here she comes
clothes packed in her suitcase
here she comes
wearing make up upon her face
here she comes
always looking on the bright side
here she comes
sucking on my good side

she said to me no-one cares
and I've a good idea why
if I said that I did care
then it would be a lie
no-one cares about you
and I've a good idea why

here she comes
knocking upon my door
just the same
you'd think by now
she's know the score
here she comes
looking for a free ride
here she comes
sucking on my good side

here she comes