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I made it back to the city Left my bags at the station She said that she took pity & everything was fine Just a-finishing her line she says "Oh you look delightful" She said, she said I look delightful And she talks to herself When she's alone Oh she's out of her sweet mind again But hey, at least it's unpredictable I can't define her headspace She comes on like an anvil A pretty girl with a pretty taste Oh she says, she says I look delightful And she talks to herself... Now we can stop the music Or we can turn the light off She said "Hold on to the ceiling" & "Oh my, how you look delightful" And she talks to herself... She's so unpredictable & I like the way the tastes From Letras Mania