Wyona

For each little bit of you, should anyone enquire, don’t give them a clue, life isn't a trombone, won't sound like a choir, why should they 'phone, your small cup of ruin, glows brighter than fire, it’ll get you in tune, know who you know, this poisoned desire, weil leave you alone, whoever seeks the truth, asks when you hire, tell them what’s new, if someone moans, while you perspire, we'll have their bones, down on the avenue, sing on the wire, you always pay your dues, a straight flyer.