Tabbatha

She's happy let her go, the woman loved you, friends say she's not alone, you didn't treat her right, she sings of past trouble, now she has another side, do you understand why, hair curled, she dances perfumed, a mirror to your lies, how she left the ruins, why lemons melt at Smyrna, a sea of cotton ribbons, burned and stinking stew, forged by your rotting lips, church bells mewl, the end is in your flow, let her reach this room, don't sow doubt get old, live another's gloom.