fluffy, pine, field, wine


She'd pine and she'd pine
'Til dawn found its way
Her mind so excited
As she gets a new day

To the mirror she'd go
To see the night's ruins
Hoping to find less
Of its ugly doin's

Fluffy and ratted
Her hair, what a mess
But that takes little
To make it its best

Her face is the worst
A field of new lines
She hadn't seen yet
But sees sure this time

Wrinkle to wrinkle
She traces each line
Thoughts take her soon
To her first glass of wine

"I just look so old"
She thinks once ag'in
Not knowing her worry
Is what's doing her in


chase, gold, fever, find