Whistling İn The Dark

Crouching on the cool white tile SHe's got to learn to take her medicine With a professional smile Holy vessel or a toilet bowl Puking hopes into a urinal Sun like a blowtorch Cuts through aluminum sky Just like a crippled ballerina In a pair of too-tight slacks It's on her face, expensive tastes But no excess of ready cash She's completely gone Oh, but you know she'll be back She's living on a question mark But spending exclamation points It's perjury right from the start She's only whistling in the dark Evidence is thin in her defense And as the prosecution rests The jury's out, the mood is tense They're only whistling in the dark So many ways the game could go Timer ticks out minutes left Until it's going to blow