| Indifference |
| She had no heart, no hope nor lust for him He was now a stranger The man who had known her subtlest of twitches Was now a foreigner in her system and his wife A small annoyance, a pity, a complicit victim. The wife knew what he was and she kept on loving him The man knew what he was and he kept on cheating The mistress knew none-of-the-above and kept on weeding Until truth, tumbled bright, right before her green eyes. The mistress rolled by in a horse and buggy Away from their show Away from their bugs She rolled on by from their tin house dovey To love and light and a Broadway show You be what you be I didn't know, I know now I be what I be A mountain rover among ants and snow She rolled on by with the clip-clop, clip-clop She rolled on by to the top, top, top She rolled on by with the ruby slippers She rolled on by to kiss the big dipper And as she did she quietly whispered: You be what you be I didn't know, I now know I be what I be A mountain rover among ants and snow |