The lady sings a smoky song
Of dead beat men, who did her wrong
In mournful tune, she'll tell you soon
That she will not be prey
But I'm familiar with the beat that's heard
The second time it sounds absurd
The bitter chorus, most surely shows us
Girl can't bare to stray
She will sing in grievous tones
All the while, hold to her stones
Yet, the audience waits, and let's her state
That she'll go far away
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