Sweet Charade

She rolled in with a rose-colored jelly rag
And a bottle of gin
Dancing the 12 step with grace and a paper bag
While she lavishly sinned

And she danced in the sweet charade
Making love was a children's game
Weeping eyes search for one to blame
Living life with no shame
Chasing down dreams with a flashlight, she won't believe
That their words were all wrong
Writing her memoirs on rose petal paper leaves
Hoping she'll grow along

And she danced in the sweet charade
Making love like a children's game
Weeping eyes search for one to blame
Living life with no shame

Matinee's every Friday, she dresses up
For the men that are there
Puts on her makeup and walks down the boulevard
Still ignoring their stares

And she danced in the sweet charade
Making love was a children's game
Urban eyes weep at their decay
Living life with no shame