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.