Rama Lama

On a blue antique night
In early October
His wavy brown hair
Stuck wet to his shoulder

And its click, click, click
Go the heels of his feet
Listen
How long has it been since
The boyfriend has visited
The milk's in a pile by the door

Her series is playing
On terrestrial T.V. the neighbours
They don't even know
And its click, click, click

Go the heels of his feet
Listen
Did you hang her out to dry?
The meal that she was going
To eat for her dinner
Is left on a plate by the stove

While there's unopened
Bills and letters and junk mail
All strewn on the mat by the door
And its click, click click

Go the heels of his feet
Listen
Did you hang her out to dry?
Rama lama lama
Shake, shake, shake, shake
How long has it been since

The boyfriend has visited
The papers are filling the close
While she's face down on porcelain
An inchful of bathwater

The neighbours they
Don't even know or care
And its drip, drip, drip
Goes the tap on her ankles

Listen
Did you hang her out to dry?
Rama lama lama
Shake, shake, shake, shake

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