Sweet Lily comes to me
I know just where she'd been, for
Her eyes have turned me gray
On a melting winter day
What's growing in her gown?
Such things make me look to the ground
I've seen beneath her sheets
Now Lily glares at me
Let's linger to her place
When it's whipped off of her face
She hasn't ran too far
Just the vacant ole snack bar
Coming home in August
I look down once she frowns
Now she's left me without a wallet
Living off my couch
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