Carol

You'd gamble on the breeze, my sister says, whatever you could squeeze, around your bones, and never refrain, or want time at home, you fly the trapeze, chase lovers like the rain, whisky breaks your day, going out you're never alone, you could see no other way, smoking your Marlboros, sometimes you'd laugh or tease, dance in the kitchen forget the pain, but never need to please, you don't get those feelings, us little ones displayed, raging to be set free, by mother's praise.