Maginary Girl

Maginary girl

You lay awake in your bed

Speaking the words in your head

You think about what it means to be dead

You've got your wits about you

That's good 'cause she's a vulture

You try to come up

With a means to and end

Maginary girl

She comes on like the Gulf Stream

Like Devil's Night on Halloween

Now she's a total eclipse of the sun

She makes it obvious now

Her special weakness for

Soft serve ice cream

From the Dairy Queen

She's like twilight

In between day and night

Used to be grass roots

Now she's supernatural

She's like twilight

In between day and night

Used to be grass roots

Now she's supernatural