Diana

Social engineers
Wicked stepmothers
head fuckers
Fucking with her brain

She had a family
She had a family tree
I wish they'd let her be
I wish they'd set her free

Reputation, steralisation
Tryna make her tame
Born again Christians
the number nine
and perverts
leering
At her behind

She sung in the shower
she sung
She danced, she had passion
She thought philosophy
was fashion

It's the headfuckers
Freaking her out
It's the evil eye
Tearing her heart out

They say
she's a lunatic
And what can she do
Blame it on the moon

'The dish ran
Away with the spoon'
Within their hearts
Is there room?