Sweet Deyanira sits on her bed
and dreams of lovers in love.
Her silly conscience sits by her side
and whispers to her many lies
Like how can your boy sing softly to you
when he can't make a living for two?
Remember your morals, only don't quarrel
with family you know
for boys who don't know your dreams
Strange Deyanira, twenty one years,
still frowns at her her second estate.
Anxious and willing to live a loftier way,
for now she'll dance she'll sway.
Through puddles of rain and pesticide grain,
she'll put on a smile and say.
"Dear children come forth and join me on earth
in a family you know,
in a place you don't know by heart."
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Lyrics submitted by Michael.
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