You carry on

Like a fool at church

With a box

Of your front door wine

Arm out – hand up

Twirlin’ in your princess dress

Warning the crowds

To keep away from you

Cause you laid with the devil

And had a back row gawk

Yellin’ and demandin’

“Put me on display”

“Display me”

And “Put more polish on my crown”

But better bite the barrel

If you’re expected to pony up

In any way

Cause you’ll be feeling faint again

And again and again and again

And it’s everyone’s fault

But yours