The lady, poor lady She lost all her things For inside of her house now The lady just stays Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone Ah...ah...ah...ah... Over the floor, silver hair lays Buckets of pills for days and for days Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone The remover is coming to clean up the frail Pretty old ladies and puppy dog tails Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone... I am lost now Oh where can I be Don't go near that You'll find it empty Scissors cut spaces Perfect and right Tongue tied rhythms May find you tonight She takes medicine medicine Every damn day For she thinks she is sick She was brought up that way Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone... Ah...ah...ah...ah...