Olivia

This lonely strumpet year, sea crashing on rocks , is moving into gear, ride to the city by train, pull on my pink socks, a journey free from pain, won't give into fear, passing by the project blocks, won’t do to shed tears, why should i feel ashamed, while waiting by the dock, water is my holy grail, afternoon sun turns lazy, shadows my path for stock, am like a pirate trading, let me make it clear, assure you I’m the boss, a ship with my own lading, only have to knock.