It was getting to be difficult to walk 
She was always so close but never right on 
And the roads she chose to walk were narrow 
Alleys with names 
Hard to understand 
Her head was dangling back and forth 
She wished to lay it down 
But it would roll away 
So she put her foot down with care 
While she leaned on everybody 
So as not to fall 
And they told her 
The latest tattletales ”
I collect stuff like that, you’ve got 
To have a thing or two to tell”. 
She said While her one lip fell down 
From her mouth 
She picked it up off the ground 
But, when she was to put it 
Back in place again, 
The lip would fit no more, 
The lip would fit no more… 
She very rarely blinked her eyes '
Cause it just might happen she would miss out on things 
So when she opened both her eyes up wide. 
They popped right out 
And rolled along 
To see just the things she 
Wanted to see ”
I collect stuff like that, you’ve got 
To have a thing or two to tell”. 
She said While her one lip fell down 
From her mouth. 
She picked it up off the ground 
But, when she was to put it 
Back in place again, 
The lip would fit no more, 
The lip would fit no more…