Chastised and abraded
So windswept and faded
She wore the aspect of an old maid

Well, you’re still taking lovers
You take some further than others
I still can not believe
How I saw behind your blinded, blotted eyes
But I could not get beneath your covers

I've seen the old cabaret
With the fetish's tailor
I’ve seen the morbid cachet
Of significant failure

And I know this means so much more to me
Than it does to you
But meet me back in room 417
We’ve still got work to do

Hey baby, I know you had that baby before
You were really ready to
Because I’ve seen you hold it so timid and unsteady
And I’ve seen the fear when it looks at you

And I've seen so much of your body
And though you were just under thirty
I swore, I saw on your face, the aspect of an old maid
(Old maid)

And to call on your tyrant director
That his cruel will be dispersed
‘Til all my deeds to the inspector
I am ready for the worst

All that hubcap stealing, marijuana dealing
High sex crimes and electric cars

Hey, painting in the cross chairs
Lets you rearrange the deck chairs
Though you swoon and you sway
You still don’t belong here

And it’s not as if I ever, really told you that I cared
But you know that even if I did
You still would not be spared

And you’re still taking long drives
Even the end designing needs of why

Oh, it's so hard to know just how to dress
For the last days of our lives

I've seen the whole three act play
I've seen the poster and the trailer
I never thought I'd have to pay
This much attention to one girl just to nail her

Down as to what it was
She wore the aspect