We don't like her to run away
Not when she’s happy today
Up in her top secret room
Preaching the choir
Lost with sympatico dream-mates
Resolved without switching
Or bitching about what we say
She sets a goal
And I go along with her
Some of us always so gay
All who play

Climate control in her hot treacle bowl
Happy to be what she tells us to be
And she's always the devil of light
And I will learn some fun
It's not like her to strum so glum
Not when she’s happy to be
Safe in her vanity's sleep
Good going
Keep shellac-ing your strength of invention
Pays no attention
To tension from what we build

She sets a goal
And I go along with her
Some of this will seem quite insane
It's a game
Climate control in her hot treacle bowl
Happy to be what she tells us to be
And she's always the devil of light
And I will learn some fun

Now that you know
The goodness will keep
Through fortunate living
A lesson she's giving to you
And to me
And she flies