Wipe down the mirror, reveal the husk.
A monster has appeared. This is not a rubber movie mask
Hours have passed, remember the lock
But you left the door open. Knock, knock.
Talk to yourself, deal the defence.
Yesterday is done. This is deprecating nonsense.
Today's a cusp, better they say,
But you really bloody doubt it. Cray cray.
The genie’s in the bottle
Will grant me one last wish
It might just be a struggle
Or maybe it’s just Mary Tyler Moore
Walk in the door, a shadow on the chair
A dislocated mind. This is something that you mustn’t spare
Erase the face, that’s painted in blood
But you find your rubber. Mock, mock.
The genie’s in the bottle
Will grant me one last wish
It might just be a struggle
Or maybe it’s just Mary Tyler Moore
The genie’s in the bottle
Will grant me one last wish
It might just be a struggle
Or maybe it’s just Mary Tyler Moore
Mary Tyler Moore, Mary Tyler Moore…
Lyrics by John Berry