Can't make up her mind
Patching her house
Made of straw
Confusion woman
Living on the hill
Burning fires
Never happy with the wood
Every day is a conspiracy
They're out to get you
They're peeking through the trees
Expecting perfection
From everyone you know
Overcompensation for a life of sleaze
Keep the door open wide
For an easier escape
Keep running from pain beneath
Demanding honesty
From everyone you know
While you smile and lie through your teeth
Confusion woman
Can't make up her mind
Patching her house
Made of straw
Confusion woman
Living on the hill
Burning fires
Never happy with the wood
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