She wears a pink winter jacket
And long plaid skirts
And her satin, silver slippers
When her feet hurt
And her hair hangs down
Just one side of her face
And her glasses are round like two pink birthday cakes
I wear a black overcoat
That i bought in Amsterdam
With a flower in my lapel
My glasses are fake
But i wear them just for you
Because I'm afraid of my real face
And, Kathryn, so are you