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This Girl Is Taking Bets - Thea Gilmore/Joan As Policewoman
This girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the rain
She's a ghost of the city she's a body through the windscreen
And this girl is the snowfall where the spring should have been
She's the stains on the pages of a top shelf magazine
And this girl is a black eye she's a bruise on your knee
She's the ashes of the people you really meant to be
And this girl's the resurrection she's the comeback
She's the absinthe and whiskey she is poetry and Prozac
This girl is taking bets this girl's a silhouette can't you see
This girl is the flutter of fake lashes in the mirror
She's a ragged edged fedora or a Spanish souvenir
This girl is the clean cut she's the frozen ground
She's a knife drawn down the side street when there's no one else around
This girl's a forged ticket to a Lloyd Webber show
She's the far end of the graveyard up where the nettles grow
This girl is the rainbow in the dewy eyed stares
She's the name tag on the toe of your long dead love affairs
This girl is taking bets this girl's a silhouette can't you see
This girl is taking bets this girl's a silhouette can't you see
This girl is the wild smile the icy stare
She's the crackle of the static she's the curses she's the prayers
This girl is the junkie in the children's matinee
She's the four minute warning she is hell to pay
This girl is the plunge pool she is coc*ine and Kodak
Now she's out setting sail on the ocean of the soundtrack
This girl is the shaking hand the rattling cup
With a button and a note saying things are looking up
