Louise Mosrie: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

An enigma in her own mind
Don’t worry ‘bout you, she takes her own sweet time.
It’s not hard to know her name
And that’s just how it’ll stay.

She’s a mystery to the mainstream
But don’t worry ‘bout that, she reigns supreme.
She could never play the part
Of the victim/martyr anyway.

You’ve never known anyone like her.
And you cannot look away.
But you can’t stop thinking about her..
We are the moths, boys, and she’s the flame.

She’s a heartbreaker from the wrong side.
Don’t worry ‘bout that, you’re in a long line.
You’re standing in her dust
With all the rest of us.

Society is a strange thing
And her critics? She’s silencing.
Smash the glass above.
Yeah, she’s the one we love.

And you’ve never seen anything like her.
And you cannot look away.
And you can’t stop thinking about her.
We are the moths, boys, and she’s the flame.

An enigma in her own mind.
Don’t worry ‘bout you, she has a damn good time.
It’s hard not to know her name
And that’s just how it’ll stay.
It’s hard not to know her name
And that’s just how it’ll stay.