Ceyda

She's happy with her lot, doesn't want to be alone, she's never what she's not, you didn't treat her right, skimmed her like a stone, stayed out late all night, you don't care a jot, if she's stuck at home, nothing explodes in your cot, rips the wings off your flight, when she makes that last show, no more angel cake delight, or being in a cotton box, she certainly blows, to put you on the spot, heart ache is a dot, where her river flows, love that is too hot, not for you to know.