Melanie

Birds can't raise a tune, till they hear me moan, know I sing the Blues, sat in bars making bets, I pine for stools of gold, is this how good it gets, a match stick struck in ruin, my eyes sparkle and roam, how to please the room, I don't pay any rent, someone gives me loans, better than money spent, a dinky drop of moon, arrives through winter dawn, it's not the best Saloon, why let it make me fret, I''ll be back to own, it won't beat me yet, listen to my song.