One Little Woman

Pretty little thing
With your heavy rings
Of all the boys
That came before
Funny little wonder
With your eyes going under
And a handbag filled
With a chemists store
Sunny little smile
With hearts long mile
Doting on the lonely
And empty evermore
Black little princess
Many years a mistress
Forty years now
Of feeling too raw

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