Ana Ng

Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for

My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool, and it never ends

(Ann)
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
(Listen Ann)
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you

All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the DuPont Pavilion?