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She was born in Italy

precious heiress to the family crown

in a castle down in Sicily

she learned to fear the Lord on hallowed ground

but she never really liked it much

so one day she blew that castle up and fled

traveled west in a ragged dress

looking for a place to rest her head



I was working in an old hotel

hated every second of that scene

like a captive in a beatdown cell

stuck between reality and dreams

I was dreaming that a nymph in lace

would come into this wretched place and take me

by the hand to a magic land and save me



she found herself disspossed

halfway to the brink of lunacy

and her fragile heart became distressed

when she saw just how cruel life could be

she was just a baby

working the streets to stay alive

though it nearly drove her crazy

she kept her clients satisfied



I was sulking in self pity

sitting home alone in the dark

examing the misery

a worn out mind can tend to spark

and I don't know just when I left

but I headed west by candlight

didn't know just where to go

but I knew I had to roll that night



I saw her in the doorway

at a party inside the tailor's barn

and I thought for surely

I could win her over with my charm

vut I was wasted on the burgundy

not sure if she heard me when I cried

pain is just a precious art

and the canvas is my broken hearted pride



well we spent the night in Jasmin's room

to drunk move our heads

and as the world was spinning

we made love on top of Jasmin's bed

the autumn moon was glowing

and her sticky stream was flowing with stuff

that makes the honeybee's envious

a constant flow of pureness and a thrust



she was gone by morning

took my coat and wallet with her

I saw the storm clouds forming

so I headed straight for the liquor

another day to piss away

nothing new to me

I'll cry myself to sleep tonight

and somewhere I'm sure, so will she