Well, I ran to the window
With feet made of clay,
And I watched as that doll just went on her way
My mouth was agape
But I had nothing to say
My mind was just trippinâ,
My thoughts all astray
And I wondered if head-shrinks
Would pronounce me OK,
âcuz now itâs me who stares out the window all day,
And I think Iâm here at this window to stay!
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