Well karma is a beautiful woman
Dressed in false hopes;
Behold a woman named Beverly
Whose heart is overshadowed by fear
For those who stand in the darkness
Are desperately seeking for the light...
I find myself overruled
For Beverly is really a demon
She shames other women
Because she can\'t face a man
What other community wants this
In an unwanton town?
And for gosh sakes, Reno Nevada, is an eerie and ugly place
The salt-like roses that reappear
The desperate genies of despair,
For I don\'t want any part of this
The books are in denial
And for which cause does this bitter shame rebuke?
For there is a moon over Beverly...the Beverly that she speaks
And every weak soul never bows down
To a woman of tarry
For she plays her part in a movie
Without souls,
Oh can you feel her
Trembling in the distance?
As dark voices come to light
No man is safe from thunder
Oh moon over Beverly, why don\'t you speak?
For her shallow, callous words, do stink
And the stars fall beneath her
Like solemn solitudes,
And her mind is completely fragile
From unspoken news...
For she has no idea
How to play the part,
For her body is full
Of untanned heart--
How do I know this?
For her words fuel the heart
And she stumbles across a penguin
With shallow knees,
How shallow is she?
I supposed not,
For what do I suppose
If she\'s bare?
For I cannot relate to a shallow cause
For I know not Beverly
And she knows not me...
For she\'s just a stranger of the devil
Rolling out his red carpet to greet her.