She had deep deportation eyes
Raven's feather hair
Skin as sweet as molasses
And of the same color there
Her name was never Lita
At least no two times the same
She wore the same old pair of sandals
Learning fast how to play the game
She would let you so close
But never there within
Her body was her refuge
A faultless heart so full of sin
She never took what was not belonging
The world owed her a lot
If she broke the piggy bank
It was all that she had got
In the blackness of the white room
Full of pressed rats and warthogs
She said it was their damnation
A Titanic corting through the fog
The winter came early that season
She felt the heat of I.C.E.
Her skates were best blade thin
Not thick enough for her own device
She had deep deportation eyes
The last time I saw her around
I don't see her at all now
Thinking that makes me frown
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
She had deep deportation eyes
Raven's feather hair
Skin as sweet as molasses
And of the same color there
Her name was never Lita
At least no two times the same
She wore the same old pair of sandals
Learning fast how to play the game
She would let you so close
But never there within
Her body was her refuge
A faultless heart so full of sin
She never took what was not belonging
The world owed her a lot
If she broke the piggy bank
It was all that she had got
In the blackness of the white room
Full of pressed rats and warthogs
She said it was their damnation
A Titanic corting through the fog
The winter came early that season
She felt the heat of I.C.E.
Her skates were best blade thin
Not thick enough for her own device
She had deep deportation eyes
The last time I saw her around
I don't see her at all now
Thinking that makes me frown
Corting - aberration of the Spanish word cortina - drapes or curtains . Here the fog acts as a curtain . Much of this if from the album 'Wheels on Fire' by "Cream". Especially the songs "White Room" and "Pressed Rat and Warthog".
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