When I was a little girl
And someone would come to my house
I'd take all of my things and I'd hide them
When I was a little girl
And someone would come to my house
I'd take all of my things and rearrange them
I'd make an imaginary
Re-interpretation of the th-ings
That might tell of the world that I lived in
I'd put away everything
That might reveal
The pain and the sadness that I felt then
You put it back in the wrong place
Put it back where it belongs
I don't want to have to tell you again