The charming girl
Looks into a crystal glass
The tincture hangs from the ceiling
Like honey from a flower

The charming girl
Hears the fearful screams
The wine falls on the floor
Leaving a red stain on the carpet

The charming girl
Wants a life of charm
No drugs or twirling wildflowers
In her hair

The charming girl
Showers in the gas of the sun
As the virulent bystanders ask why is she ****
She sasses,"Who isn't?"