Lace and Satin, my! What passion!
But it’s all for not, or have you forgot?
Have you still neglected to see?
Goodness me, that’s troubling indeed.
Our love at first, might have seemed strong
Patient, pleasant, pretty, kind.
Lovely, so lovely, like nothing was wrong
But then the holes, so small so thin
They looked like flowers, but smelled like sin.
Then I saw your slippery ways,
Thats when our love, met treacherous days.
If only I, who swooned at you,
had seen the dark, you drew me to.
Then maybe I, wanting, wishing, wistful, me
Maybe then I would be
For the better,
And not the bitter girl you see.
