Polly

Sing a poor woman's Blues, sway happy on the wire, always pay your dues, if no one 'phones, when you try to inspire, go places alone, each little bit of you, is all that's required, why give them a clue, life isn't a stone, you leave in the fire, like a dried old cone, for your choice of perfume glow stronger than a choir, play all of your tunes, you know in your bones, when others conspire, they'll never leave home, you're not a liar.