Gina

Your eyes dance like fireflies, you are no one's fool, they cascade like satyrs, beating a tune, on Sundays you’re cool, won’t hurt you the blues, sunlight burns the tyres, you’re twenty eight and true, can’t stand deniers, this side of the moon, there’s nothing to rue, no one’s out to get you, neither poor nor righteous, preachers or crooks, love’s such a dynamite, your ship sails on fire, it’s the way you cook, your family's desire, to find some fresh virtue.