Barby With a Y Bytch

As she walks in the room,

Scented and tall,

Hesitating once more.

And as I take on myself,

And the bitterness I felt,

Realise that love lost, while

White horses,

They will take me away,

And the tenderness I feel,

Will send the dark underneath,

Will I follow?

Through the glory of life,

I'm scattered on the floor,

Disappointed and sore.

And in my thoughts I have bled,

For the riddles I've been fed,

Another lie moves over, while

White horses,

They will take me away,

And the tenderness I feel,

Will send the dark underneath,

Will I follow?