Ellie Three

It just goes to show, when I hear your blues, in some lane dead slow, a witness to your sighs, your ugly feuds, the weary lies, Chateau Lafitte think of loans, energy to unglue, my frozen bones, instead of the jibes, and all the doodle doo, don’t make me cry, is this all you know, how to haunt a venue, keeping up a teary tone, try to be wise, it's nothing new, I've marked those nights, better face the blow, something I always knew, heaven's in my soul, there’s no space for you.