Alfreda

Cocaine is our baby, we accept her burnt cheer, bring us the cradle, stroke the city of stones, down an avenue so clear, she wears different clothes, case of lovers in our trading, we handle them without fear, good parents these days, long journey's to the coast, nothing is too dear, except our paranoia, never willful or on show, no need to be near, the nightmare unknown, that's for the ashamed, who portray all their gear, i'm a decent lady, anyone has me arraigned, lawyer friends whisk me clear, of troubled local states, please go away, nothing's left to fear, with guns I won't hesitate, going to be a different baby, in these turbulent growing years, forget everything lazy, help my teething years.