The old cat killer’s in her eyes
She’s filling in the lines with the filling in the pie
She’s a filly with a prize and a bell and a smudge,
And a light on the horizon, impelled by her buzz to her
Secret admirer lost reaching to find words
Speaks in a pie the raw feelings she pines for
Steeling her mind forth the filly stays tactical
Mare in the crucible, any case crackable,
Any lead visible to one smart heroine
Suspects decreasing, crossed stars narrowing
Don’t be a worrywort, hurry forth forthwith
Yearning for a horse gift earns a little short shrift
Her wear is worse with the clock run down
Sun tears across the earth, she is not done now
If she beckons loud, he’ll be stepping out, head in clouds
Any second how, any second now, heading south.

Reach for her fate in a race through the sidestreets,
Each Q&A getting placed in a timesheet,
Ex out faces, steady the concern
Very terrified that she wasn’t ready for her turn
Sitting on her own while the town stays moving,
Should’ve known finding something out takes doing
Wake up, smell the problem and she eats it with her friends
Process of elimination brings us to the end

Starting to feel like this is all some test for her
She feels Mr. Right duck around the next corner
She clambers for a chance, checking answers in advance
Paying extra close attention to the timbre of a glance
But no signs of denial, not a note of the coy
Now she’s quoting the boys to find devotion encoded in voices
Starts to feel that all her notions avoided the choiceless
The town’s become an ocean devoid of her poisons
Love, namely, list getting triple checked
Hoof through the charts like they’re not through the middle yet
More’s the pity, admirer out getting guilt
For only sitting pretty at the sounds of her pretty lilt
Tear through the search but it fares for the worse
Scared girl wants to bury this affair in the dirt
Sun sets, she was pie-in-the-sky for a minute
But the light in her eyes gets diminished then finishes

Reach for her fate in a race through the sidestreets,
Each Q&A getting placed in a timesheet,
Ex out faces, steady the concern
Very terrified that she wasn’t ready for her turn
Sitting on her own while the town stays moving,
Should’ve known finding something out takes doing
Wake up, smell the problem and she eats it with her friends
Process of elimination brings us to the end