Chantal Kreviazuk

Ill be the girl with the long blond hair
And the really pale skin if you care
I sit in the corner of the room
Cross-legged and quiet
Filled with doom
I never ever liked the smell in here
Its cold and wet and reeks of beer
The lights are turned out permanently
But thats ok
Cause I dont want to see
Wayne - wait for me
And take me up in your hot-air balloon
And feed me cotton candy
Wayne - pray for me
cause Ill be there in a couple of years