I think she gonna use it
I think she's going to fly away
No-one should try and stop her
Persuade her with their power
She says that her mind is made up.
So, what do I do? I have to go to see Morrissey. I may never have a chance to see him again. Remember, in a concert hall of 2800 people I will be the one that is truly alone clawing against my inner demons. If Our Moz sees me, please don't think I'm not enjoying myself. Have mercy on me. I will be two people that night, one delighted to see my favorite artist, the other absolutely dreading the situation I put myself in.