Harriet

When you start to say, I like to dance alone, please give me a break, sit here by the fire, don't go wittering on, you’re not a player, not a second to waste, it's lonely on stones, marry me at once, we’ll listen to the wire, the bed’s long gone, to calm all desires, grant me this day, not long silent groans, followed by hoorays, we are not Sapphires, who ever atone, drawn to the pyre, we're coming home.