She remembers what her mother said
"Don't talk to strangers."
It's just a simple thing you've got to say,
"Look out for danger."
And she talks in her own head,
"I'm like an angel."
Shake the can and drift away
Don't talk to --

And she paused her spray
And stared at the passing lady,
No glance even her way.
Lull and sway, her face back to the concrete
Gave a few more shakes
Still tracing,
Colours shaping,
Her head world.