Dancing plastic bag.
She dances up and down the streets, and among the trees.
Without a wither she prolongs, corrupting every silent beauty she meets.
Dancing plastic bag, oh how you so elagantly violate all that you touch.
You multiply so violantly as do the insipid creatures that created you.
Dancing plastic bag it's not your fault, all you wish is for the thrusting wind to convey your rythmic body to a place your thin exterior has never touched .
No dancing plastic bag it's not your fault.
It's not your fault.