The Real Billy Don't

Reduce

Compositor: Pedro Lourence

My maid, what about her?
Hate sang why am I out
Let's sink my belongings
And dream ever wanting

I left to embrace
My tears and fate

And now, I lied
And now, all dried

I met some lady
She talked kind of shady
Had a few scars on her arm
Now I'm lost in her eyes
A slut in the streets
And a mermaid, to me

And now, I lied
And how, I cried every night
And now I'll try
From now on, I'll lie

And now I'm lost
And now, I'm gone