Evana

Give me my broken jewels, and let me laugh through tears, if you must be cruel, you can dance with strangers, under cold white stars clear, your golden lies bring no danger, but I can’t stand those fools, who dream of drinking beer, don't show me other mules, give me money or some range, in your sails there is fear, ached for years displayed, when we ran on fuel, you turned a head, kept me near, now you don't know what to do, all the world can see you, your long gait and busted rear, but no one has a clue, perfume costs you dear.