Anny Celsi EMPTY HANGERS Every girl deserves a nervous breakdown Don’t you think that she’s got what it takes Would you listen if she told you she was just about to fold From holding that basket of snakes Any clock can lose a couple seconds No her timing’s never good enough If you want exact amounts, someone else will have to count Cause she can’t keep track of that stuff Sometimes she feels like A closet full of empty hangers A nest of black and twisted wire At any moment tied and tangled She’ll come crashing to the floor Every rookie feels a little awkward Would you say she catches like a girl Round her head the pitches fly, she just lets them all go by She can’t keep up in this world Sometimes she feels like A closet full of empty hangers A nest of black and twisted wire At any moment tied and tangled She’ll come crashing to the floor She hides a heart as soft as motel soap She glides through hands as rough as hangman’s rope She slides forever further down the slope Sometimes she feels like A closet full of empty hangers With all her finery on the floor A crash of color round her ankles She can’t wear those things no more Every girl deserves a nervous breakdown…