Janey

Forget all these clowns, that come to woo you, many without a sound, as loud as my woes, ships blow their hooters, everyone sings of home, it's not just my gowns, that makes sailors swoon, but the very how, I glide about the floor, among shipwrecks and schooners, would rather be alone, nothing’s quite like calm, when party eyes look ruined, everything has a charm, am not on my bones, in Ocean faded boozers, not about to stormw, when midnight comes