She's The Source

That little junky girl

Youre playing right into her hand, you know

And sold your furniture

Sold your cables and your mic

Who stopped in Kensington

And saw you werent doing so well these days?

And helped you out of bed

And made you give it one more try

I made you sandwiches

I brought you magazines and playing cards

But saw no bandages

And saw no evidence of help

And told you all I know

And told you what I thought you should do:

Shes not the one for you

Its time you found somebody else

Shes the source and you know