I was stark I was ravening
I was idle in spring, and it felt good
I was fashioned after something made of wood, that I shouldn't have done
Some girls got guns
And some get into running favors for the Queen
Like deciphering what it means when the band goes
"Doorah, doorah, doorah, doorah"

I was bedsit and reviews were rave
I dug your poetry a grave and it felt good
I was modeled after something made of wood, that I shouldn't have done
Some boys build guns
And some have built the running errands for the King
Like making out the words when the band goes
"Doorah, doorah, doorah, doorah"

Hey there, pretty flower
Get yourself together
Mama's been looking for you
But mama should know better

I was silver I was gold
I watched Holly going lightly down the road

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Writer(s): Daniel Bejar