Lavender

Everybody said that she’s good in bed
Other people said that she’s well read

She’s got a pair or black boots that kick stones
She’s got black moods she calls her own

She’s got Tasmania in the back of her head
A future move in her head

She’s been to Sydney once, no more
They poisoned her water and nailed her door

She wears Lavender it’s her scent
Lavender wherever she went