She's been makin' diamonds cause she says she's magic
Says she's Madonna and Stevie Nicks
Sellin' spoonfuls of coffee for a quarter
Is just on of her tricks
Four in the morning, goddamn, she's at it again
Talkin' about a baby she may never see again
We can't help you girl, we gotta sit in these chairs
We only get paid to play solitaire
Lady from Mars
Showered outdoors
Most of the time until it got cold
Behind closed doors
This lady from Mars
Can still be bought and sold
Where will you go when the State won't fund
Your Martian love affairs
When the men you've known
All have empty stares
Lady from Mars
Gonna go back to Texas
A place she's never been
Don't be alarmed
Lady from Mars
You'll never see me again
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