she don't eat lemons
'cos she's bitter enough
and she don't eat olives at all.
she wears a ring on her finger
and another through her nose
and she won't be anyone's fool.
she don't eat oranges
she doesn't like the colour
and she's never had garlic bread.
and she's never met a man
who can do what she can
but she's always always dressed in red.
there's a time for laughter
and a time for tears
and a time to tear the playhouse down.
there's a time for passion
and a time for fashion
and a time to just blow this town.
but she won't eat lemons
'cos she's bitter enough
she's been to Germany but never to France.
now it's time to go
forget the things you know
and just dance baby dance baby dance...
Little Black Book by Wayne Myers