She makes wings out of cardboard and string
She looks outside her window and makes believe
She hears a knock on the door and she lays down
"Is this all I'm good for?" she says and lays down

The pedal's been plucked and the coloring is gone
They count the money and they call in the next one
She prays to God when it rains: "Is it Your tears for me?
If so, will it stop raining?" But it don't stop

But he's breathing down her neck, he's breathing down her neck
She tries to forget, she prays to forget
That she's 8 years old
She says, "I just do what I'm told"
She cries, "I just do what, I just do what I'm told
I just do what I'm told"

Oh, and she cries and she says
"At least I have my window, at least I have my window"
She says, "At least I have my window, at least I have my window"
She says, "At least I have my window, at least I have my window"
She says, "At least I have my window, at least I have my window"
She says