It was as if she would always be by his side,
with quiet beauty
and lipstick
she would.
And her eyes
oh her eyes!
Such magnificent lours,
they caught him last while
by knee.

Now her old lipstick fades and those banges
swiped away,
her skin is as soft
as it will-
For her lour was her lour
as a hook is a hook
and her fish will forever be
DEAD.

They're called writers and artists
they match with the world!
and her label, her label,
"what is it?"

Well my label is this:
I have sun in my eyes
and I swear
that its eyes I will be.