Dance to this, please rock your hips to my music! Who cares who inspired it, as long as it’s therapeutic!

They say turn your feelings into art, it’s more human, it’ll come from the heart..

You can hear my melody but it outweighs the melancholy in the songs that I write..

A cliche and boring tale of heartbreak, a tale as old as time!

Oh! she’s just another woman, writing songs about a lover, as she wears a frock of tears at bedtime.. A lot of tears at bedtime, one dose of sorrow, please, one at a time!

Don’t break my heart, please, I’d have to pick the pieces one at a time!

My sadness rises with daylight, but we all know sadness never falls with the sun, and sometimes I sit with a hat on, and a picnic basket for a man that will never come..

I wait and I wait, but my lover seems to be lost in the storm..he promised he’d come, but I’ve cried tears of sorrow, and now it’s almost dawn..

So when it all boils up to the surface, like a hot kettle at teatime, I dance to this, my feet sore and my hands burnt, from writing songs about a lover, a lover lost in his prime.