American Poetess

Oh have you seen her, seen her, seen her in fair isle
Oh could you, could you, could you see her as dread
And did you, did you, did you make her an angel
Or did you take take her, take her in bed

An American poetess
An American poetess
An American poetess

Too elegant, degenerate, so disgraceful
A sordid sequence of bright lights and lust
Your pocket's empty and the bed's to be paid for
Bit of a let down on a mattress of rust

And now you wake up and you want to meet her
Because you realise it's not like they said
She may look ugly in your living room poster
But it's different when you're dreaming in bed



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