Annabella - Readers Wives

Oh Annabelle, I

Just don’t know what to do

You’re rolling terror

You’re shared un-orphaned blues

No cast are better

No shadow cull no river

For filth that health ya

You’re sick as dogs

But maybe you’re just jealous of her.

Oh carry on

Through all you weather

Carry on

Your suffering is through

Carry on

His lordship should know better

Oh in my story

No tambourine ta-ta

I see no quotient for the maniac that you are

Now, one cunt Tory

A fistful of blatant lies

The flowering glory

Shovelled up

But maybe you’re jealous of her.

Oh

Carry on

Through all you weather

Carry on

Your suffering is through

Carry on

His lordship should know better

(Who knew how?)

Oh

Carry on

Through all you weather

Carry on

Your suffering is through

Carry on

His lordship should know better

Carry on

Carry on

And bloom

Oh Annabelle, I

Just don’t know what to do