Maginary Girl

Maginary girl
You lay awake in your bed
Speaking the words in your head
You think about what it means to be dead

You've got your wits about you
That's good 'cause she's a vulture
You try to come up
With a means to and end

Maginary girl
She comes on like the Gulf Stream
Like Devil's Night on Halloween
Now she's a total eclipse of the sun

She makes it obvious now
Her special weakness for
Soft serve ice cream
From the Dairy Queen

She's like twilight
In between day and night
Used to be grass roots
Now she's supernatural

She's like twilight
In between day and night
Used to be grass roots
Now she's supernatural