Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
All week I’ve worn this wig and dress
And watched the camp convoy of scandal pass
And asked...
I can’t crib at being alive
It ain’t too bad. I got this place –
A woman with a smashing face...
