Hush! for she might wake
I just hit her head with a rake
Tiptoe till my midnight turns to dark,

I just told her that it's her mind
She is not running out of time
She is not the two by two in Noah's arc

She kept telling me he is good
She's adamant and rude
She's acting like her mother, she is blind

I told her time and time
Men are sick and unkind
Yet she kept talking about him,
she isn't smart.

So now that she lies dead,
I can look for the winter ahead
Summer was about him and so was the fall

I killed myself for it all.