She always kept her back very straight,
and the men would drape
themselves across her shape
and around her waist–
take on the form she gave.

Fleet fingers wave the same way,
leading about
all of the strays.
Me, I'm some sort of prey
for this creature, kyrie.

Coin-covered costume with colored cloth
combing coiffures
into a froth.
Gypsy girl getting dressed.
Them eye's beheld n' them eye's lost.

Coocoo Callay, what did I say?
I gave it weight,
now she looks dismayed,
betrayed I'll stay.
Maybe see her some other day.

Always, always's so full of maybes
from where you came
to this ****** maze, reasons the same,
to be somebody's baby.