Pilar

You have the spark, her lovely face tight, just need to stay strong, no more chasing the mud, most of your nights, focus on what's aboce, in a supermarket car park, they ask you why, you hang around bars, says we all need a crust, this trolley suits her fine, no place for doubles, she never walks far, to gossip is a crime, each step’s another mark, you can work without gloves, unlike other times, when hard being good, there's never a chart, to show us what's right, she’ll bask like a shark, wait for the light.