Lyrics: Consumed. Breakfast At Pappa's. Nonsense Cone.

it's about time now don't you think?
you've got to feel your way
and don't be stepping on cracks
it's an old fashioned remedy
you've got to peel the skin
and remove all the pips

she came around just the other day
she bought a crap cd and a box of milk tray
her chemistry is a mystery
she'll be up all night
trying to figure it out

she said to me what she wants to be
a weather girl appearing on t.v.
is that for me?
she's always so eager to please

follow me
follow me, don't follow me

I won't be missing her today

now they say that she's on the mend
once before she was around the bend
can't you see?
she must have it in for me