Lights from cars slowly driving by Her eyes reflecting a desert sky Lover's rental Sentimental child Guess you're hiding Down along the line Dresses in fields Shirts on the sea Imagine yourself then Imagining yourself now Red lips and marble eyes Bourgeois bohemia high They say nobility grows out of contained emotion Well she feels a bit bloated right now Skin like alabaster Swollen like a plaster I guess she'd rather look like somebody else It's like a seal A heap of needs Imagine yourself then Imagining yourself now Another poster girl Fake fur and high-heel spurs All of these sons of Cain and girls with wings Still staring at the ceiling The illegitimate desires never fade