LATEST THING She dressed in tartan for you, Because you wanted her to Tried reading those books of yours But knew you really were a lost cause. And now she's gone home She felt just a part of your song. She was waiting for the latest thing Just waiting for the latest thing Tired of waiting (it's a ladies thing). She read your Keroac Carried your back pack Wanted more from life But foolishly wanted to be your wife. You named her Lady Isis Told her she was priceless But time became an enemy And she new she had to flee. |