Bad Penny

I have a letter from her
When she worked for the «womans realm»
And all the things she promised me She promised herself as well
She said, «i want my freedom»
And ran off along the beach
Its hard to love a girl so near
Yet so far out of reach
She came back when the tide came in And introduced her friend to me She said, «dont ring while he is here»
And gave me back my poetry
She expected me to understand
As shes always done this before
And now she asks me
«why dont you send me poems anymore? «And she steals more than she buys
You can see it in her eyes
And shell come back as soon as shes ready
Shes a bad penny
Then she comes back and asks me To sing all her favourite songs
As if shes never been away
As if shes done nothing wrong
But Ive come to the conclusion
That she doesnt realise a thing
And she probably still thinks I love her
And she doesnt know that its a sin