Zadie

Before my fame, I only thought of you, and what you craved, shadows rest in blue smoke, uncover an awful truth, shocked again I'm broke, why did you always waste, my successful tunes, used me as your purchase, at dingy clubs alone, ornate absent rooms, stripped me to the bone, then astride the cafe's, I watched you bloom, forget the lonely days, prized holding forth, flatulent men soothed, faces like atone, to begin over again, it's hardly new, this is a different age, is it always you ?