I don't want to say it, but I'll say it anyway
I see her standing there
In the way, in a way
I see her standing as a model
In a muddle saying i don't want
To be mollycoddled
I see her standing there
She is still as a manikin
And I don't know what's
going on under her skin,
under her skin
But I feel she comes alive
When I catch her eye
I feel she changes from plastic
To real
Yes I can play her fingers
Because they are like keys
I think she's like a skeleton
And I think that I must see
And I know that her bones
Are electricity
And on fire
And that we are already ashes
I can see her standing there,
An exhibit in her own show
And who can make it
As an exhibitionist
I can tell you I can see you
Through the lens of a lover
And the lens of her friend
But I'm only, Joe lonely
Just an observer in an exhibition
of her, yes I'm only passing through
reading the artifacts, oh so true
I've got to believe, what my eyes are saying
now
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