See Dede on her bike
She's on the run
Being hunted by her shades on the ground
The streetlights left her a few blocks away
They see tracks leading off
Spinning up some dust
The globes of her eyes held room for goldfish life
Her blue shade of eyes rose from morning mist
And vaporized
Vapors in her eyes
Of the solar flares
Of the solar flares
Later that noon Dede found a field
She lay down in the very nick of time
The red friendly poplars made her a mansion to stay
They took good care of the windy city girl
The globes of her eyes held room for goldfish life
Her blue shade of eyes rose from morning mist
And vaporized
Vapors in her eyes
Of the solar flares
Of the solar flares
The globes of her eyes held room for goldfish life
Her blue shade of eyes rose from morning mist
And vaporized
Vapors in her eyes
Of the solar flares
Of the solar flares