Mania by John Plainsong Lyrics

My baby’s calling on the telephone
It’s three weeks since she disappeared from home
She calling some East of Kathmandu
She stopped her meds, there's nothing I can do

The doctor said there might be days like this
But this is eight times in a year, at least
One day shes lying low, then flying high
She’s draining all the family savings dry

My baby loves plastic
She's sociopathic
My baby loves plastic
But she’s gotta come down

There's charges for the Crown Plaza Resort, gold jewelry, carpets, Nepalese airports, fine food, fine wine
(I watch the bills compile)
Shes spending rupees like they’re out of style!

There's no reason why
I endure all these ups & downs
(I hold too tight to dreams.)
No more lithium
No more money
The mania fades away....
My baby called again last night, collect
She called from somewhere south of Bangladesh
She cried her MasterCard was all maxed out
I’m sure she’ll get along just fine
Somehow