Life On Mars

It's a god-awful small affair

To the girl with the mousy hair

But her mother is yelling "no"

And her daddy has told her to go

But her friend is nowhere to be seen

As she walks through her sunken dream

To the seat with the clearest view

And she's hooked to the silver screen

But the film is a saddening bore for she's lived it ten times or more

She could spit in the eyes of fools

As they ask her to focus on