A lonely, lonely woman
Her turquoise eyes are so tender and trusting.
But in her soul there's a bitter crack,
A crack from past grievances, and a tear rolls down.
a beautiful attractive flat-chested woman with tight pullover standing balancing on a rocking chair in an abandoned height-ceiled room under a huge foucault pendulum, surrounded by a circle of candles, spotlight on her
A lonely, lonely woman Her turquoise eyes are so tender and trusting. But in her soul there's a bitter crack, A crack from past grievances, and a tear rolls down.