I met a lady
A lady of dreams
I was naive
A little bit green.
I gave her my heart
I gave her my soul
She churned me up
And spat me out
Straight
Into a
begging bowl.
I hatched a plan
I didn’t go well
Im serving twenty
In this prison cell.
Moral of the story
Read the label
On the tin
Before you open it
And find what’s
Within.