Confidency she’s, and

Over there standing by the wall.

How nice.

When the Roses brenches up against her,

And in between a palm tree.

In a marble vase stand.

Pretty as they can be.

In the sunlight,

Covered with shade.

Is Ms. Davis in a conversation still?

When its times to go.

One invitation to Las Vegas.

To a party on mascrarade nights.

Here they all go again.

Riding up in a limousine.

One minute passed the hour.

Just before the party begins.