I'm keeping secrets for you now.
Oh Annabelle,
Wasn't I the wayward one?
Where all the bony, taloned fingers pointed
When the time had come to play the blame game.
Well you're never gonna win that game again.
And you'd do well to
Turn your ashamed face away
I wish you could look them in the eye.
It's easier done than said.
So if another fool offers to stand by you
You'd better well take him home.
A crescent honeymoon.
That can only end and let you down.
Tears all around.
Turn your ashamed face away
Annabelle,
The names have been changed
To protect what's left of my integrity.
So don't embarrass both of us
Behaving so self righteous.
I know what you would likely say.
