she summered every winter through a calendar from paradise a cheap dressed up temp job and a tan by cold florescent light anticipation playing from the radio it mocks her life i was here she scribbled in a restroom to prove she was alive all the working girls are fine all the working girls are fine all the working girls all the working girls all the working girls are fine she summered every winter through a calendar from paradise i was here she scribbled in a restroom to prove she was alive all the working girls are fine all the working girls are fine all the working girls all the working girls all the working girls are fine sunlight shines contemplating suicide or a graduate degree i said how s it going with her i feel sullen i feel sullen i feel seventeen