She had a body that rankles
From her fat lip to the shallow in her ankles
A painted smirk like she found the world amusing
And a crick in her neck from constant accepting
For all the outlay, all the men laid
Was she happy? Well, only lately
She was bored at twenty and dead at thirty
Now, she's completely weightless and see-through, too
Now, I have seen it all
She walks through walls

Was a skeleton rose from filing clerk
She had nobody to speak of
Plenty upstairs but not much around the middle
She had no body to speak of
Now she's vapour, they don't gawp at her form
She can pass as paranormal
Them fireproof ghosts don't come much colder
She passes as paranormal
Feigned conviction in space religion
So I could find out what had got into him
Found him frozen from hat to toes
And he had pricks of light in his eyes
Now, I have seen it all
She walks through walls

Seen gods made of rope and unravelled silver
And them plaited arms had embraced him longer than his mother
Electric cloaks hummed with reason
He forgot the tune but he caught the meaning
It said something about a middle way
Yeah, a middling mantra with rank and stature
Mild, elastic, faintly rustic
Vaporous, gluttonous, nearly useless
Without this instance he'd be lost to nonsense
Without seeing this he would not have seen this
Now, I have seen it all
She walks through walls
She walks through walls
She walks through walls
She walks through walls
She walks through walls
She walks through walls