Sometimes she's rude, sometimes she's too crude Sometimes she understands, sometimes her hands are dirty So she stays there at home in her box There's a part of her that shouts And there's a part of her that only whispers There's another part that's lost in space There's a part that would spit if you kissed her So she's safer when she's hiding in her box Most times I have to keep her in her box It's not a sad thing She gets to exercise her wings It scares the sh** out of me So many different ways to be So she stays there at home in her box Most times I have to keep her in her box She's safer when she's hiding in her box