I am the girl with the wombat boots
just a tiny bite off, see me coming one,
coming two tree for the castle
a literary illusion
for your yes only

I am the girl with the flying air
they say I was mad
from words unborn around distant stars
dust already before sun rinse
all my plains away

I am the girl that will get you god
Hook, line and sinner;

and all the swords they gave you
nothing but lies upon lines
a sting to hang yourself with