Josephine has a rear view mirror
Talks about a knife she's keeping
In my bedroom door comes creeping
Takes a picture while I'm sleeping
Josephine has a rear view mirror
Always making up a sweet phrase
When she isn't making up her face
Steals, but pretends it's a game
Sliding under my sheets, purring my name
She is stuck in my throat
And it makes me feel sick
I don't like how she stares
And follows me up the stairs
Looking at my legs and also
All the rest prom head to my toe
Getting in a state if I go
Footsteps everyday at my door
Everyday I run a little more
I block my ears up
So I don't hear when she calls
Josephine has a rear view mirror
She has sold her innocence
She would like to go back to past events
In my life she knows me backwards
Keeps an eye on my stuff, checks out my goods
Josephine has a rear view mirror

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