I didn't see
Or read your shoes
But they were true.
But you, eh? You
and what you share?
Yeah, you were there,
Just everywhere
And everywhere.
Oh wow, you're good,
Bad, beautiful,
Temptingly small,
A pretty thing
Who loves to sing
Her sorry song
To anyone
Who'll come along
And buy her one
Or lend, or give
Or any stuff
If it's enough
To pay the rent.
You're devil-sent
And heavenly;
The fire outside
And gentle guide.
You're little birds
And stirring words;
Untethered glee;
Impossibly
Persistent itch.
Forever, bitch.