Harriet

Harriet
oh Harriet
can I bum a
cigarette
I'll play a
song for you
on my clarinet
sounds your
ears won't regret
and if they do
I swear I'll let
you send me to the
mountains of Tibet

Harriet
My Harriet
I'm sorry
I lost our baby's bonnet
I'm sorry I broke your
favorite jazz cassette
I'm sorry that
we're both in debt
cause I lost most
of it betting on
Russian Roulette
I cried the night
you said,
"you're worse
than Pontius Pilate"
shoulda never touched
that drunk brunette

Harriet
Please Harriet
wont you let
me in your heart
I know you wont
just hit restart
or pick up where
we last left off
but I think we
owe it to our daughter
its been a year since
I touched any liquor
that man you knew
will never reappear
I gave him up to breathe
clean air
I love when it smells
like a hint of bonfire