White Couches

Where’d the ghost fly, where
Where’d the ghost fly
I know it’s so
How do you spend your time
How do you spend
I need to know
You must live in a clean space
You must live in a clean space
I am not much but a child
Filthy and spoiled
But I can’t sit on your white couches tonight
Those angular seats will never be right
For my hips hold a pain
Doesn’t match my age
And I might seem a mess
But I know how to treat myself
And a lover, and a lover, and a lover, ooh
Where do we go when we die
Do we stay here
Do we want to know
Will I know you in time
Will I know more
Than I want to know
You must live in a nice home
You must work hard for what you own
I am not much but a child
Filthy and spoiled
But I can’t sit on your white couches
I can’t sit on your white couches
I can’t sit on your white couches
I can’t sit on your white couches
I can’t sit on your white couches tonight
Those angular seats will never be right
For my hips hold a pain
Doesn’t match my age
And I might seem a mess
But I know how to treat myself
How to treat myself
How to treat myself
How to treat myself