Paula

My voice gets raised, just turn me loose, no more baking days, I hate to be alone, strapped to a curfew, lonely on the 'phone, pheww you’re no angel, dreaming something new, always want me changed, all your stupid cronies, stupid party poopers, jokers make me groan, before you got afraid, everything seemed true, honey you created, now on your bones, they'll turn the screw, nothing's here you own, will put you away , I've gone past the Blues, cast adrift by day, on a tide of losers.