| Along time ago, | And when I came back, | is |
| what it takes to tart. |
| when I was still silly | I thought this job is |
| space. | So bash and beat, |
| I worked in a factory, | Off I ran to Trance (i) |
| melt and heat. |
| in the big city. | to never go |
| back, | seems to me I make in sleep, |
| But crazy I went, | and changed my name to Mili. | no time |
| for peep to count her sheep. |
| to hell I was sent. | I left my life in |
| cityville, | Dale said we need a photo, |
| While I was screaming, | to which friends were cynical. | oh god a |
| icy, what a low blow. |
| also was dreaming. | its good to live by the sea, | She |
| said about yourself, |
| Of baubles and bands, | in mountainous taranaki. | tell |
| with your mouth. |
| and things for the hands. | Dale said, make some art, | No time |
| to talk, a photos fine, |
| I have to work or not to dine. |
| So buy something please, |
| for i have skinny knees |
| I could be sold |
| if you wanted in gold. |
| It would please me no end |
| chunks of silver to send. |
| So design your own piece, |
| send to mother or niece. |
| Ill make it twice as nice , |
| for half the price |
| if US dollars you send. |
| cheers and beers |
| mili |