Ulla

You don't like me well, find other souls to dance, in rooms of painted shell, always play the fool, waiting for faintness to pass, no path to you runs smooth, nothing works so you yell, there's little of your prance, when you drive cursing hell, I rage against your feuds, blue as at a lonely fast, why do they get to you, life is not some spell, carrying you to France, heroic as the bookk of Kells, I’ll tell you what to do, stand up take a stance, sweep away the gruel, whirl me 'round and tell, take me as your ballast, say you'll ring the bell, chance baby chance,