In a room of several people
There lies someone with no patience at all
She read the magazine, turning pages
Mumble and mumble til ages
On the right side, there’s a lady
With a red lipstick and a stiff body
No words she can utter
As she sits beside a stranger
I’ll lose my sanity
If I think deeply
I guess I’ll just be me
People aren’t who they seem to be
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