It's her spaghetti strap
In an overlap
Falling down the banister
climbing up both legs
It's in the back room
In the back store
In the closet
behind the box of
Everything within her hands
was lost before
the night began
to worry
What's that look on her face for?
Everything that's come to pass
was bottled up
inside that dance
together
What's that's look on her face for?
It's with the minister
with his barrister
And he's very stern
Watching it slide on by
It's in the words he says
What she doesn't say
For a moment they'll
think back to what was
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
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