I have a letter from her

When she worked for the "Woman's 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

It's 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, "Don't ring while he is here"

And gave me back my poetry

She expected me to understand

As she's always done this before

And now she asks me

"Why don't you send me poems anymore?"



And she steals more than she buys

You can see it in her eyes

And she'll come back as soon as she's ready

She's a bad penny



Then she comes back and asks me

To sing all her favourite songs

As if she's never been away

As if she's done nothing wrong

But I've come to the conclusion

That she doesn't realise a thing

And she probably still thinks I love her

And she doesn't know that it's a sin