Queisha

You dance on stones, say you're in love again, blue baby out in the cold, public toilets are for the old, no one takes the blame, . only junkies say they atone, who state resist that loan, don't exceed your gains, remember all that you know, move fast with your i'phone, it might help you explain, how far you need to go, the buzz is mine alone, once it gets to midnight, no one hears you moan, blow me big aces, from the howling zones, send lightning with your trains, wrap my skin and bones.

Quanita

Mother still has dinner to make, ending it is not child's play, feel my cotton waist, you made me flower, but then you turned away, i will never cower, Yes, i have to state, i'll be making my case, when sunset floods the plain, have to face the power, a family disgrace my shame, i'll dress well, take a shower, wait for signals to change, a summers day it arrives late, you don't struggle to say, this is just a game, whatever by half past eight, up the line i pray, many understand this fate.

Queenie

Crying on the pavement, in bed with her ghosts, a lost lipstick fragrance, she always stayed true, to the trouble she caused, a drunk without the blues, and died shaking the base, listening to Artie Shaw, no longer sedated, when it came to you, the city an open float. cargo boats and other issue, like a schooner heads away, she jolted all our bones, the ones who heard her say, never look away, no one is always alone, literature's your entre', freighters come home.

Quenata

Who hasn't heard of toil, or the future's clink, a stone within your thoughts, houses bought on schemes, moved in the space of a blink, a furious search for ease, a warm place to atone, bedrooms painted pink, a husband bellows 'are you home', by sun, moon, your sea, hardly lets you think, if any time for certainty, Wurlitzer noise and bright clothes, scares you at the ice rink, a lover makes you groan, flickering inside your soul, it keeps away the drink, whoever does not know, allows you alone to sing. ,

Quita

Do you welcome your hosts, with a sad eyed gaze, and beautiful soul, it sifts through your bones, within all your ways, unseeing that you're alone, others chase ghosts, for some kingdom unnamed, you're simply broke, for one who's atoned, you'd gamble everything, to stay off the Horse, like a daughter brought home, you’ll marry what remains, even if cloned, drunk at the bus place, you ask for a smoke, no longer the Queen, in your white robes.

Quedesha

You deliver what you would, this is why you bled, before the evening dusk, see life through your gaze, the oranges and the bed, just turn abound your days, yellow sand, tidal wood, don't rush to send, that hard face to the mud, be aware of gentle ways, for your own good, not for others' praise, persuade your lovers enough, if that makes sense, fire will never absolve blood, Miguel de Unamuno said, a little love, does not bring death, but opens up the flood

Petula

In a blue cigarette haze, knowing what has to be, truth as usual slides away, lies awash on the coast, sheltered by the sea, asks what i love the most, dares me talk of open ways, you say you'd crawl on your knees, if that's the case, Sunday face bright without loss, the house bought by Daddy, doesn't discount cost, it takes a wronged certainty, to wipe my face turn a cheek, think everything of me, ask should you make tea, your life sublime, why is it so easy to lie, say where i've been ?