Somethings up with lee

She's lying through her teeth

She hides it underneath

Buying things that she don't need.

She can play the game

Always speaks to us the same

But there's an itch under her chin

Give it up, don't let it in.

Let it in.

She looks all around

And no secret to be found

Calm her nerves and fill her glass

Helps forget the things that pass.

Fits inside her room

Luna got her a new broom

To sweep away some bits of skin

Let another day begin.

Nothing makes much you'll see

Ripe fruit lands close to the tree

All this time won't set you free.

Take away the water

All that's left is honey.