Lady Life;
she whirled and she twirled
and she clicked her grey heels
within cacophonous silence
she pranced and she squealed
and she took your hand nimbly
and she pulled you away;
i looked out of my window and there wasn't a storm
the sun in it's glory was meeting the morn'
and would you believe it (i have too much to say)...
Lady Life, (when she whirled and she twirled and she clicked her grey heels
and when within cacophonous silence, she pranced and she squealed)
she left me amazed, and in quite a bit of daze, and she left me
writing verses on a perfectly good day