I'm your little girl Too old for this town Tie me to the bed Say that she drowned A child of God living in It's like a movie Some masterpiece I am the killer Baby, be kind Don't be like Arthur Miller You lie for your art Make a wicked woman Out of your star Yeah, you've made me the villain 'Cause we hate what we break the most You're a sharp shooter With a blank gun I'm a prize at the fair That comes undone You thought you could write me like a play Or read me like a book She was, uh, well, how can you put it She was everything And it was a disastrous combination Of powerful impulses in every direction Well, she wasn't smart enough to survive