Florence was a nesting doll
Always trying to fit inside of someone else
She's too afraid to go in the basement by herself
Florence was a nesting doll
Such a little letterbomb
With her fingernails dug deep into my wrist
She couldn't kiss me without biting on my lip
Such a little letterbomb
It takes a steady hand to draw
Reaching underneath the table for my knee
A victim of a crime of opportunity
It takes a steady hand to draw
Florence was a nesting doll
Fawning over every wig up on the shelf
I guess her silence was an answer in itself
Florence was a nesting doll