She Came Through the Chimney

See she lost her chances 
  On the day she could have won the game 
  Maybe when she dances 
  She will realise how fast she lost a friend or two 

  On her silly journey through 
  What could have been 
  A put-on masquerade 

  Through the fog the light dawns dimly 
  Out to show the road in every which way 
  Clues she still has got some 
  But she wouldn't tell who's on the inside who's just peeping in 

  On her silly journey through 
  What could have been 
  A put-on masquerade 

  Hey look at the Loosey Girls 
  They are losers first 
  And burning fast 
  Hey look at the Loosey Girls 
  They are losers first 
  And burning fast 
  Hey look at the Loosey Girls 
  They are losers first 
  And burning fast 
  Hey look at the Loosey Girls 
  They are losers first 
  And burning fast 

  Hey look at the Loosey Girls 
  They are losers first 
  And burning fast 
  Hey look at the Loosey Girls 
  They are losers first 
  And burning fast