It’s strange: she never has been wrong,
But never feels quite right —
She will not rest one place for long,
But always stays the night.
She’s nervous and she’s anxious, yet
She’s confident as hell —
She’ll tell you that she’s fine, and yet
She’s never all that well.
She is a non-believer in
Both love and haute couture —
And although she’s ambivalent,
She’s still extremely sure
That happenstance and circumstance
Will work out, at the last —
And though she’s ever running slow,
She’s always standing