Catherine Three

You’ve burnt the tar, bring only bad news, even in that new car, a trip on your radio, carries dreams for a few, but love listens alone, you won't cross the arc, make your excuses, right from the start, it takes a heart of stone, to ignore your Ju Ju, that’s the way things go, this has gone too far, lipstick, the jeans I use, I am not your tart, splutter down the ‘phone, act like a special nark, dance your last fandango, I smoke a Lucky Star, smell summer’s sweet perfume, you’re falling apart, with your lousy tunes