Jenny Three

If I warm my toes, around your fire, can’t deny what I know, that what I choose, for many a lie, is lost on my excuses, a chance to show, on dancing wires, how much I can grow, I’m not the fool, who plays for time, running with news, more than here and now, I’ll make what’s right, by these holy vows, my blood's smoky blue, don’t need you to enquire, if t’s good, I'm not undersold, don't need a sign, to live without windows, pour me that wine.