she often dresses for a dare

but in the corner she lies bare

not a grin nor a glare

she always wears a vacant stare


and on her lips she spells deceit

another record she could beat

not of the cold nor the heat

but around the bend she\'ll take a seat


she never hung around as much

as the borrowed girls or weathered such

her one true love became a crutch

and through desire she lost her touch