Sometimes she's rude, sometimes she's too crude 
Sometimes she understands, sometimes her hands are dirty 
So she stays there at home in her box 
There's a part of her that shouts 
And there's a part that only whispers 
There's another part that would spit if you kissed her 
Most times I have to keep her in her box 
It's not a sad thing 
She gets to exercise her wings 
It scares the shit out of me 
So many different ways to be 
So she stays there at home in her box 
Most times I have to keep her in her box 
She's safer when she's hiding in her box