Somebody stop her
the lifter
the runner
the girl with the gold in her mouthThey caught her at london
waterloo station
strung up on a ferris wheelShe used to lose pageants
"pick of the litter"
the newspapers screamed from their racks
pictures at seven, nine-teen eighty-somethin
the waltz on her father's shoes
No more losing the war, Karen
no more losing the war, KarenBut I really knew her
in an after-pub-closing way
falling down, crawling drunk laughing like children with sugared up gullets
I rue this dayNo more losing the war, Karen
oh Karen..No more losing the warYou got me all frustrated
in an old fashioned way
Easy does it rider
I've had a long, long dayNo more losing the war, Karen
no more losing the war, Karen
