She remembers what her mother said "Don't talk to strangers." It's just a simple thing you've got to say, "Look out for danger." And she talks in her own head, "I'm like an angel." Shake the can and drift away Don't talk to -- And she paused her spray And stared at the passing lady, No glance even her way. Lull and sway, her face back to the concrete Gave a few more shakes Still tracing, Colours shaping, Her head world.