His arms were a part of her body
An extension of everything — she’d ever be
With him revealed she feels — nothing is real
Reeling from sorrow she curses her naivety
When did it end? Is love always fleeting?
Even in mourning she feels him so tenderly
Dancing around, she’s nobody’s clown
But she’s nobody’s queen
Uncherished she slips on her nightgown
And pulls it so tight she can feel its embrace in her dreams
His arms were a part of her body
An extension of everything — she’d ever be
With him revealed she feels — nothing is real
‘Cept for the sugar she pours in her tea
40 years later she’s kept her promise
Lonely, she clips from the paper things no one will read
Dancing around, she’s nobody’s clown
But she’s nobody’s queen
Uncherished she slips on her nightgown
And pulls it so tight she can feel its embrace in her dreams
His arms were a part of her body
An extension of everything — she’d ever be
She’s long since abandoned any hopes of salvation
She putters around, bugging her family
Dancing around, she’s nobody’s clown
But she’s nobody’s queen
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