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Odd White Thing
A woman walking down the street
Finds an odd white thing, cylinder shaped.
Turns it over in her hands
The reflection of her face
In the odd white thing
Is such a captivating face.
She takes it home and puts it on the shelf.
Strange desire to keep it to herself
Cause her reflection just won't errase
From the odd white thing
That may have come from space.p>
In the morning, takes it to work
In the pocket of her shirt
So she can look down all through the day
At the odd white thing
And see her captivating face.p>
Such a captivating face.p>
Can't look away before too long
Her body's rigid and her mind is gone
They call the doctor, who comes away
With the odd white thing
It shows a new odd face.p>
Such a captivating face.p>
He takes it home and puts it on the shelf
Strange desire to keep it to himself
Cause his reflection just wont errase
From the odd white thing
That may have come from space.p>
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