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