I'm in the haylofts, I'm in the jail,
I'm in the barracks, I'm down below,
I'm hot and bothered with sticky feathers;
a restless widow with feline features.
Brawny creatures sustained below,
an unmet desire,
A scarecrow in meadow of wild fires,
A scarecrow in meadow of wild fires,

Hawk-eyed Hazel from the witches fable,
keep your elbows off the table,
keep your hands off my man,
even though he ain't mine,
he's my wild flower,
helps pass the hour,
with the mops and the brooms,
a shined shoe, a moon shined,
we wash blankets hardly used,
sucked solace from sour fruit,
the fellows love me, the call me (Ma'mi?),
it's Cinderella, my mother gave me...


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