She’s natural in her beauty I guess you could say she’s just an unapproachable comedienne Having much faith in her talent She did her work, no comedienne, and She’s not been the clown She did her work But her heart was quietly crying I guess she even felt guilty About even dying Sad Mabel Normand… So my friend is continuing On a destructive road His life pa**es before him like an unfortunate circumstance He and his friends are at odds And he is not winning Why does someone always have to win He says it’s matter Strange things do follow When you love someone So you put someone in exile How ’bout I call you “Beloved Exile” He called today He says…”Don’t give up” I ask him, “What are you talking about” I said, “Things are not the same” Since you’ve been gone, Rome burned down And it’s still all the same So I moved away from the house that held Nothing but waiting for messages All through the day seasons, running with the sun And I prayed every day for the answers In a still, and almost silent night He began to hide his beauty And I learned to say the words Well, just whose side are you on, anyway Change sides What does it matter Still you change…sides Every other day, you just change sides So, continue on your destructive road Your life pa**es before me like an unknown circumstance You and your friends are at odds And you are not winning Why does someone always have to win And all those races that are run They cause patterns Strange things do follow when you love someone So you put that someone in exile And you say, I’d write a book about it And call it “Beloved Exile” Well, her life was a gas Simply everything that happened Well, the old lady said, “yes it was sad” She fought a losing battle One day at a time She might even make it through tomorrow Maybe even another show Natural in her beauty I guess you could say she was just unapproachable Baby comedienne So beautiful So beautiful She fought a losing battle She might even make it through tomorrow So beautiful So beautiful Sad Mabel Normand… So beautiful