I once was a mother
I once sang in a choir
Before I took you as lover
Charmed by your amber fire
First,an innocent flirtation
A sip, cool kiss of the ice
So beguiling, your powers of elation
Began a seduction, my soul's sacrifice
Adulterous wife, treacherous mother
Pursuing liquid lover so golden
Memories hazy, as the dreams of another
of tiny fingers, without power to hold on
My lover and I, what a desperate path we trod
Cloaked in his brown paper bag, he is now my god
I am faithful even though he has lost his charms
He is powerful, more powerful than a babe in arms
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