I shake,

              I drip

                drip
                  

                drip

                

                down.

A convulsing mess
in woman's clothes.

Oh pretty little thing
You've gone and lost your precious ring
And with it all you desire
Has been lost into the burning fire

Flesh on bones, on muscle, on thought
All wrapped up and overwrought
Fellow wont you hold her tight
In warm arms wont you plight

I shake,

              I drip,

                drip
                  

                drip

                

                down.

                Salty, wet, silly girl
                Given in to furl
                Sobbing for boy
                That takes away her joy
                He doesn't seem to know
                How much you hate
                His willingness to go.