Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
You know my secret, somebody told you didn't they?
I can tell by your voice
And in the way
We are awkward, mama, what did they say
When they told you my secret anyway?
The old heave-ho holds the old you don't know
What to do, what to say
Didn't they?
You in your half-shirt and lies
Me with the half-lit eyes
What a pair, who would ever suspect?
And could I care for polite
When mama, I'm so frightened
As a girl with a secret could be