It can be so easy

Living on an extreme

Somehow I need to

Stay in between

Sometimes

I can almost see it

In my mind

My whole life

Set up a home for wayward girls

In Charleston and Bar Harbor

Whirled around the artesian well

All the water we could drink

Got some sand in our knickers

Now we're up to our necks

Wittle women run amok

Swimming with their lacy fish

I don't know when I'll wake

Opening gates at neap

I don't know if you'll take

What's lost at sea

Set up a home for wayward girls

Please take me with you when you go

So Merryweathers claim

It's too late for her

No one else here understands them

Wittle wymyn wild abound

Tidying in places you can't

Wittle women stay to play

A fine home for you and me

To stay in when we fall

Can't take my vote

Can't you see?

Sense it will change our fates