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i am the girl on the train
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Mombi's Heads I am
The ambitious waitress
On that esteemed plain of urban waste
Dressed in manic marquis dreams
I am
The bad Beatle diva
Dimpled disciple of Andrew Lloyd Webber
Wed her
And you'll void the cycle
Of tumultuous weather
You know you savor white knight chances
But you can't save her
On she dances
I am
The Novacaine lips
To curtail hurt from knowing
My hips will skip the next station
Express shuttle
That scuttles rose pedals from your carnation
I am
The professional imposter
Jellicle fueled by
Jealousy
My milk saucer
I could not fathom
That you looked from both sides now
My two views:
Crab cake darling out on a date
And a walking shadow with
Flaring jazz hands
The plan is fake
Auburn hair on a Janus face
With a three step turn
You are replaced
I am
A one-woman-show
You can come if you want
To catch my latest performance
Where four men hasten their chase
Like horsemen of the apocalypse
Perfume in bloom, wings sprouted
It's the midnight revue, love
Where I explore this dude's uvula
Exit stage right, pursued by stares
A pair? A ruse. A script edit.
Get it? You've been cut.
On your way out
You may collect
Your kickline to the gut
