What’s she doing in there
Why does she never smile
You know the lights are never on at night
She has a big box in her kitchen
What’s she making with those tools
Why doesn’t she like the men that pass her by
She never smiles at them
What’s wrong with her
Does she think she’s too good.
Why does she not understand
Is she from here
What will we do with her
Should we string her up
What’s she doing in there
They’re funny noises from the bedroom
Weird noises not natural
She isn’t ugly you know
She could be beautiful
Why doesn’t she conform to what we want
What’s she doing in there
In her head
What’s she thinking about
Why does she wear those dresses
She wears them short
Sometimes there long
She has compost bags in the back
What is she really doing in there