Can She Dig?

You wonder who could make me melt
Tug the belt
Kill my health
She could talk a friendly game
Bring no shame
Take the blame
For all the men she’s cast a spell
Ring those bells
And bid me well


Can she dig?
Will she smile?
Can we make her stay awhile?
Time makes no mistakes in her motion,
She drinks wine from Tritan's ocean

You face her when the fear is clear
Yet still severe
A moment so queer
Now she moves her head away
What a sway
She can’t stay
For she’s the mistress of the tease
Hard to please
Everyman’s disease

Why’s she gone?
How’d we spawn
all the ruin bred at dawn?
Always these tides I couldn't stroke
Leaving a drifter's heart broke