Isabella

Maybe if they're right. that he'll use anything, sunlight, water, sky, like he's made to rank, his smile estuary wide, wants to rub my back, won't leave my sight, sits around or hides, a kid with eyes alight, tell him no thanks, take him to one side, say i don't do cranks, he dancws in the tide, laughs at all his lies, sees me as some prize, tobacco blonde jacked, thinks his money decides, talks to me and swanks, wish he'd go fry.