She Gets Old

She gets old, she never gets old
She wakes up in the morning on her telephone

She got sold, her body got sold
Her body cut to pieces like a toblerone, that’s right

O, she said
I’m never alone
I wake up in the morning on my telephone

Don’t you know
The damage is done
I got a pretty bad feeling in my belly, son
That’s right

Hello, hello
I wake up in the morning and I’m never alone

Call off thе cats
All kittens and claws
Bit lips and fancies
To keep out the dogs

Dry out thеir tongues
Soaking in bile
Wring out their words for a little while

Hello, hello
I wake up in the morning and I’m never alone

Every morning, I wake up every morning

She gets old, she never gets old
She wakes up in the morning on her telephone

She got sold, her body got sold
Her body cut to pieces like a toblerone

That’s right