Let It Show

She said, "I've got no soul, I am not Nessarose
 That is the way that life goes"
 I said, "Just let it show, you are not Nessarose
 Come on, grab your broom, let's go
 Come on, grab your broom, let's blow away"
 She said, "I've got no soul, I am not Nessarose
 That is the way that life goes"
 I said, "Just let it show that you're not Nessarose
 Come on, grab your broom, let's go
 Come on, grab your broom, let's blow"
 I don't know where she ends and where I begin
 The girl with green oily skin, she ends where I begin
 I don't know where she ends and where I begin
 The girl with green oily skin, she ends where I begin
 Look at Dorothy in the sickly sweet undertow
 Look at Dorothy, believing and leading them all down the Yellow Brick Road
 She said, "I've got no soul"
 I said, "You do, though"
 She said, "I've got no soul, I am not Nessarose
 That's just the way that life goes
 That's just the way that life blows away"