Dodo

She got a checker stud belt, round her pretty waist

And there is nothing wrong at all with her pretty face

Necklace round her neck, connected to the stars

Striped down sweatshirt, red and black bars

I've gone the way of the dodo

I tell myself that I still got a chance though

Paint your lips black, paint your nails black

Baby, I'll meet you in the back, meet you at the back door

And even though I'm dying out, I can never die without

Looking at your body one last time