Tuesday, 14 March 2023
Britney
Can't get around the news,
that you’ve slipped away,
dollars tell the truth,
you stepped off the Metro,
finished up your day,
left us on the stones,
I haven't got a clue,
what in heaven's name,
we’re going to do,
everything the kids call home,
doesn’t seem the same,
dogs are well rid of you,
I sing hopeless tunes,
trapped within their gaze,
everything turns blue,
you just went for broke,
as if it was some game,
who will pay the loans,
If I’m a bitter fruit,
I’ll set it on your plate,
now that we’re going,
to cross an Ocean again.
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