wild horse is in the city
stopping traffic and looking pretty
but she wants to run home
she's all alone
smokey eyes
powdered skin
lights out she's about to begin
she's not what you think
she's not what you know
darling bluebird in the backyard
broke her wing so she can't go too far
she's stuck but her eyes are lively
and dear, her song is so lovely
infectious smiles
tasteless jokes
four hundred mirrors and wisps of smoke
she's not what you think
she's not what you know
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