Testo Ghoti

she was nothing when she was laid back but she was something when she was on the attack she was underneath she was up above she was the enemy she was my love she comes crawling down she floats above the ground she was awesome she was awful she was out of her mind she was out of line she came on to me she ran out on me this is not my idea of a good time we don't fit the mold, we don't play the part this is not my idea of a good time we don't fit into your thoughts