She likes to argue with the boys in blue. Said She likes her coffee black.
I heard her scream. She has a dream… Said that she’s not coming back.
She likes to talk about everything. Said there’s nothing she don’t know.
Christmas cards keep coming back, no address that they can go.
I tried to help, that’s nothing new, but there was no loving her.
Something bad from long ago. Makes her blood boil like a cur.
If they knew. What they grew. Would they try to change.
When you grow what you know, calm water can be strange.