When men saw her they were quick to pull up a chair
Smiled in a way that let you know that everything meant a little something
In a way that went about telling the world who she was
Things weren’t always going to b easy
None the less, all she ever said was that life should be breezy
Whether dressed to the nines
Or lounging about the place in tracksuit bottoms
Always a line of men in hot pursuit
An horrific ordeal when she died that night on the road
All of the town folk attending her funeral with pride
One not left beside her grave
Told a thousand and one stories
Her beloved husband telling her
Just how much he was going to miss the bones of her body

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