Old Lady Lauderville, will you ever do me a huge favour
And take your pills
You’ve been up all night, dancing at the disco
But there’s just something that doesn’t quite fit
Doesn’t feel right
You’ve turned out terribly dasradly, one way or other
Always yearning to earn your stripes
By getting to taste absolutely everything and anything that may be out there
Goddamnit, all of this owing to a simple flick of your cherry-red hair
You appear to me to be a beautiful albeit wilting flower
And I do worry that those powers will cease one day in their illuminating existence