The Girl

She glances at her reflection
But never when it rains
She glances at her reflection
There's a screw loose somewhere
But never when it rains

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo

And all good people who've lost in love
Should never lose their souls

The air is filled with pre—, pretense
Be cautious in your actions

For you may not make a hit
The in-crowd's shit
But never when it rains

Look around, look around
It's time to think we've had enough of this
Look around, look all around
It's time to think we've had enough of this

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo

The air is filled with pre—, pretense
Be cautious in your actions

For you may not make a hit
The in-crowd's shit

But never when it rains
Never when it rains
But never when it rains