From the moment my luv felt the mudnight her hearts
From the questionable answers
They found in her charts,
From the princess, her ladies in waiting did jest,
And bum off her mixes,
Ignored and incessant.
He wroter her a poem and ghost to expire,
Not just the sister, the church and the spires,
No more could the main street play softshoe to host,
"Liars!!!" shrieked the spirits,
"All the words that I wrote!"
And the moviestar heroes would brag and they'd boast,
But the leftover major, the suffragette,
Could not "take her this time,"
So disgraced and in debt.
But the pictures were telling her,
" you oughtta be",
So they closed up the house,
And moved down by the sea.