Roberta Three

I'll have you know, what I really feel, almost in my bones, my jilted smile's a strain, squirming in the creel, they catch it anyway, take my time and blow, this night on a wheel, rivers always flow, why ask for rain, bathe in mountain streams, I can live again, there’s plenty to bestow, with other crazy schemes, I’ll make a picture show, no need to go away, live without appeal, face each coming day, don't have to borrow, say how I’ve been, tell them Oh so so, dance in my dreams.