All of seventeen Eyes a purple green Treated like a Queen, she was On borrowed self esteem ♪ She would do a dance A painful masquerade Spinning you into her web Along her vain parade ♪ In her uniform Studded brass and steel Kissing napkin, lipstick stains And smearing sincerity ♪ Along her vain parade Along her veins ♪ Time crept up on her ♪ She's an early grey Her reflection looks concerned As flowers hit her grave