The girl goes 'round The boys like her cause she's easy to love Soft and dirty little soiled dove And she dreams of a day when there's always more than she needs She leans into doorways, watching the beautiful people, so at ease Sometimes it feels like a carnival -- standing in a hall of mirrors Looking for glimpses of something true -- for the impossibly clearer The room begins to spin, illusions slip down And the girl goes round The girl goes round The girl goes round And the world slows down With fleeting beauty of an opened rose And perfect vision of a faraway town, where nobody knows her Crumpled up hopes and the slippery slopes where she left her innocence She doesn't even need to drink anymore She just closes her eyes, and then Somehow it turns to a carnival -- standing in a hall of mirrors Looking for glimpses of something true -- for the impossibly clearer Oh, one swift draw and all the world's a blur Oh, it's not like anyone will miss her