Scarlett

Do we think of others, while screaming down the phone, the cross we bear of mothers, prayers for all those, who focus full blown, on summer's blue clothes, drumbeats hot streets smother, the daance we dance alone, men flit like flies uncovered, we can only suppose, what they want to bestow, is to wonder if we'll cope, why they try to bother, we will never know, our days filled with doubles, is it their wish to impose, Prada Versace Georgio, when we're out alone, playing dumb for trouble, our hand's a genuine force, rivers runs right through us, we enjoy the course.