Leon Shelley - Cottonwood

Her nickname was dollars and diamonds
Her house is on the horizon
She sings poetry to the bees
A child of the twenty first century
Dealing tarot cards
Birthing the stars
Dancing round the cottonwood
The great mystery stood
Her jeans are wider than her ankles
The bibles got her losing sleep
Her marbles move a little differently
A victim of serendipity
Dealing tarot cards
Birthing the stars
Dancing round the cottonwood
The great mystery stood
Cottonwood
Cottonwood
Cottonwood
Cottonwood
Pulling out all the stops
The girl time forgot
In midst of putting her best foot forward
The wheel of fortune favoured the fool
Dealing tarot cards
Birthing the stars
Dancing round the cottonwood
The great mystery stood

Written by:
Leon Shelley

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