THE GIRL WITH A SHAM ROCK RING

Shamrock, Shamrock
What have you done to me?
You taught me to be
You forced me to write
You told me to paint
To stand for what I believe in

And why would you leave me
Alone
With this green faith of mine?

Four-leafed and out-lined...

Shamrock
What did you do to my bed?
Stretched alike canvas on a frame
I lie
With my skin painted over
I await

Shamrock, Shamrock
Blind me with all those Worlds and Words
Of other colours and scents
Exchange my withered eyelids
For your petals of green

Reminiscence I beam

Shamrock
Who could you match me with?
Are his shoes suede?
Does he know how to dance?
Would he keep palming goblets off on me?

Shamrock, Shamrock
I'm painting my beliefs
In thousands shades and shapes
Then all alone I'm lying prone
On my bed of velvet sweat

And there is him
Handing another goblets of faith
Into my palm
Until I faint

I lie by staircase
Where him and I
Merge into one
And then he's gone...

And yet there comes another he
Another stairs
Another case

And yet again
I come and faint
And yet again
I paint and paint

Sham rocks
I wear upon my hands
And sham I
Whatever I touched
Sham became

Lovers and Friends I plead no guilt!

Sham rocks
They're throwing at my face!