Catherine Three

You who burn the tar, do not bring good news, even in your car, a trip on your radio, brings sweeties for a few, love never eats alone, you won't cross the arc, but make your excuses, right from the start, it takes a heart of stone, to ignore my ju ju, the way things go, and this has gone too far, lipstick, the jeans I use, no way am I your tart, splutter down the ‘phone, act like a distant mark, is this your last fandango, I smoke a Lucky Star, smell summer’s sweet perfume, you who are falling apart, with your lousy tunes