cut off your nose to spite your friends breathing holes that will never end and speak all you want or just pretend because she think she is a different class so she sits all day by the looking glass it doesn t talk it doesn t last but it s not what i ve heard you know a picture speaks a thousand words but baby don t feel down i left my heart in a provincial town you sold your souls for magic beans don t believe all you read on computer screens these things they mean nothing to me ripped and stained came off the track you go there once and you don t come back good that s what i say but it s not what i ve heard you know it cut your losses shoot the poets and one day you ll come down to find yourself in a provincial town