I was reincarnated
As a clothes store mannequin
I'd stand staring out of the window
As I drew the customers in
Sometimes people would ask
About the clothes they dressed me in
I'd tell them beauty is only skin-deep
It's just a shame I have no skin
Soon I became disassembled
For incitement and aggravation
So I gathered my limbs in a bin bag
And I crawled to the nearest station
I slunk silently passed the turnstiles
I hopped on the next train to London
Put myself back together