She was a paper bag caught in hurricane hands
Rollers in her hair, defiant, proud
Thumping on ivory keys
She would make those dead elephants sing
While I sat in silence at her feet
Listening
She was a paper bag caught in hurricane hands
Rollers in her hair, defiant, proud
Thumping on ivory keys
She would make those dead elephants sing
While I sat in silence at her feet
Listening