There's greasy pans on the stove in the kitchen Clothes in the corner, her eye's always itching From the dust Bedroom's a mess and the wallpaper's peeling Raindrops are dripping through cracks in the ceiling It's red with rust But Sheena doesn't mind Cause she cleans up quite alright When she's high She's alright She left her keys at her boyfriend's apartment He's kind of sleazy but equally charming He's no good He's at a club while she's playing her rock show He's making love with a girl that they both know from home He thinks he's in Hollywood But Sheena doesn't mind She could leave him any time But she's high So she's fine There's pins and needles in her arms And she's terrified by the thought of going home She woke up late again with twisted bowels And her feet are always cold Sheena doesn't mind Sheena doesn't mind Sheena doesn't mind Cause she cleans up quite alright When she's high She's alright She's alright