Mary locks her garage down
Round the lake from where Rochelle drowned.
Photofloods in her prom gown
No one goes where the body was found.
Some say the risk she was taking
Explains away the talk of the town.
That Hampton boy she was bangin'
Won't reach Mary on higher ground.
(She will turn it around...)

Mary's home is quaking,
Her fault line through her mother and Gene.
Water, scold, her limbs shaking
Fruit that falls from the family tree.
Our fates are of our own making,
Mom's fond of sayingthey should put it on her headstone.
City's there for the taking
And she knows just how it'll go.

She will be what she wants to be
And she will do what she wants to do.
Long as her mind's made to draw the world
She won't shy way from the move that should improve the view.

Now she's flying the subway
On a rail to how it will be.
Arranged on the step of a brownstone
She will meet the man of her dreams.
Now, he don't give love if he don't get none
And she won't give love until she's being used.
Art books, jazz, and his jawbone
Ballpoint place mat stained with coffee...

She will give what she wants to give
And he will take what he wants to take.
And if she breaks in his waking arms
She will give love long as love leads to breaking in two.

Now every day breaks on asphalt
And our Lady Botticelli had been used.
Alone as the day's long, lone as the day's long...
And the sidewalk that she drawed on,
And the rain washed her chalk away's surely a shame
But no one, no, no one is to blame.
No, no one, no, no one is to blame.
No, no one's to blame for the rain.

Take'd what he want'd take.
Dude, what he'd want'd do.
Far from the shore, garage, oily floor
She found a man spite of Hampton to make her new.

Take'd what she'd want'd take.
Did who she'd want'd do.
A stud in her tongue to commemorate
Finding her love of tart taste of being used.

Bah, bah-dah bah
Bah, bah-dah bah
Bah, bah-dah bah
B-dah b-dah dah dah"