Freya

You ask me Bud what's new, never one to shut the door, always smart on cue, last in saying please, confined by any shore, what there is to eat, not one to form a queue, working all the floors, you’d bust any curfew, bad guys on the street, don’t make you pause, when you hear the screams, shrug each life is new, handing out the chores, the dollars that you blew, who knows where you've been, keeping all your mores, what would they see, I know by your perfume, drinking like some Commodore, your head full of tunes, you always know the score.