Bellafatima

Her face read like Anna Karenina
 She was strong as that old gypsum weed
 And oh, she could dance like a blind beggars hand
 Just waiting for someone to see
 She spoke like a hard night in Beaumont
 Carried on like the old Suwannee
 And she came along like a ravenous song
 So hungry for someone to sing
 The days turned like cowards
 So swiftly to the hour of need
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 And I'll be a martyr to whatever
 Your heartache will leave
 
 Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
 Born with no name
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 Her eyes, they were set like a cannon
 And boy, they'd blow you away
 And she'd cross your mind
 Like a cheap box of wine
 Where each sip's like a track switch and train
 She swore like a dry county welder
 She's pry on the side seldom seen
 And she could make love like Augusta Road
 And just buckle like the bends in a creek
 The days turned like cowards
 So swiftly to the hour of need
 ♪
 And I'll be a martyr to whatever
 Your heartache will leave
 ♪
 Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
 Born with no name
 ♪
 The days turned like cowards
 So swiftly to the hour of need
 ♪
 And I'll be a martyr to whatever
 Your heartache will leave
 ♪
 Then I'll slip through your hands like a boy
 Born with no name