Roberta Two

Forget all the clowns, that come to woo you, half of them in chains, as loud as your woes, ships blow hooters, every song sings of home, not just in their glance, but down each avenue, who can fault your tan, you reign without a throne, the bars are full of losers, you’d rather be alone, nothing comes by chance, your times are fewer, forget about the past, barefoot walk on stones, you would never refuse, a life that’s gone, strange this coming down, aboard a Yankee a schooner, no swish of ballroom gown, you’re one to love her. Y