This Girl Is Taking Bets

Am This Girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the rain E Am She?s a ghost of the city she?s a body through the windscreen E Am This girl is the snowfall where the spring should have been E Am She?s the stains on the pages of a top shelf magazine This girl is a black eye she?s a bruise on your knee E Am She?s the ashes of the people that you really meant to be E Am This girl?s the resurrection she?s the comeback E Am She?s the absinthe and whiskey she is poetry and Prozac F G Am This girl is taking bets this girl?s a silhouette cant you see Am This girl is the flutter of fake lashes in the mirror E Am She?s a ragged edged fedora or a Spanish souvenir This girl is the clean cut she?s the frozen ground E She?s a knife drawn down the side street when there's no-one else around This girls a forged ticket to a Lloyd Webber show E Am She?s the far end of the graveyard up where the nettles grow E Am This girl is the rainbow in the dewy eyed stares E Am She?s the name tag on the toe of your long dead love affairs This girl is taking bets.... Am This girl is the wild smile the icy stare E Am She?s the crackle of the static she?s the curses she's The prayers E Am This girl is the junkie in the children's matinee E She?s the 4 minute warning Am She is hell to pay Am This girl is the plunge pool she is cocaine and Kodak E Am Now she's out setting sail on the ocean of the soundtrack This girl is the shaking hand the rattling cup E Am With a button and a note saying things are looking up