She Smells Like Vanilla Her Mom´s From Manilla It Is Dark and You Walk Down the Street You´re Propped Full of Dope Feel Like Julian Cope And You Wanna Go Someplace to Eat She Talks, You Don´t Listen Something ´bout Her Sisters It Is Fall and the Trees Have Turned Red And You Don´t Like Her Looks And She Doesn´t Read Books And Sometimes You Just Wish She Was Dead You Just Don´t Love Her Anymore There´s no After, no Before There Is no Sunshine in a Fog And Love Is a Place Where Dog Eat Dog So You Start to Ignore Her Like All the Girls Before Her And You Hope She Will Leave By Herself But You´re Stuck in a Spiral And Fear Is Your Rival He Shows Up When You´re By Yourself So You Worry and Weep ´til You Doze Off to Sleep And You Dream About Her Face in the Sky But You Can´t Make a Sound And You´re Stuck to the Ground ´cause Even in Dreams You Can´t Fly You Just Don´t Love Her Anymore...