woman sawed in half |
|
She
was a woman sawed in half |
It
was done by a bad magician |
There
was a point at which she just had to laugh |
You
could appreciate her position |
|
Her
legs in one way, and her head another |
She
just kept thinking about walking away |
They
tried to put her back together underneath the cover |
But
her heart kept getting in, getting in the way |
|
She
was a woman sawed in half |
Lets
cut to the chase, love, this was showtime |
And
he was sweating bullets, and walking on glass |
Somewhere
between the evening news and tomorrow's headline |
(Buzz
awhile..) |
|
She
was a woman sawed in half |
It
was done by a bad magician |
Yeah,
it was a clear cut thing, no, you didn't have to ask |
She
was gonna have to make her own decisions |
|
Her
legs got up and walked away, and her head came rolling |
Oh,
the room was painted black night, and turning dayglow |
She
wound up in two places at once, her heart was swollen |
He
played his musical saw in the streets of San Diego |
|
Ya,
ya, ya, ya, ya |
Ya,
ya, ya, ya, ya |
Ya,
ya, ya, ya, ya |
Ya,
ya, ya, ya, ya |
|
She
was a woman sawed in half, her legs in Tijuana |
She
was a bodyless head and trapeze artist in a circus in Bombay |
Now
a woman's gonna do exactly what a woman's gonna |
|
Yeah,
some bad magicians wouldn't have it any other way |
She
holds on to that trapeze by the skin of her teeth, or so they say |
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REPEAT
VERSE |