Thursday, 21 August 2008

Every Time She Turns

She passes her weather shelter
Fr evry suave young man
n evry young young man
Wnts 2 meet her
In evry way they can.

Bt she pays the world 2 turn
Away n board the walls,
n she smells o’ rose n apple
n alcohol on ‘er breath
n evry time they close in on ‘er
She turns away evry way she cn.

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