He was the sun He was the moon He was the rat in two-bit shoes Dig through your drawers, throw out what's his Picture his fits Here is a pink shirt, add to the pile Light a match, watch it burn a while Fueled with alcohol, drink from the bottle Oh pobrecita, tragic little teacup Did he go and shatter you again? But the way that you're crying is more like a lion who licks her wounds before she seeks revenge Pluck all the stars out of the sky Sit in the dark and wonder why That wicked grin, and see it again, Because it's tremendous Wrap all your thoughts in ribbons and bows Give them away at a party you throw Climbing up on the roof while you're looking for proof You did what you did Oh pobrecita, tragic little teacup Did he go and shatter you again? But the way that you're crying is more like a lion who licks her wounds before she seeks revenge