By all accounts she almost drowned
When she was six in frigid water
And I can confirm she made
A curious child ever reviled
By everyone except her own father
With a quite bewitching face
Splendidly selfish charmingly helpless
Excellent fun till you get to know her
Then she runs like it's a race
Behind her back her best mates laughed
And they nicknamed her The Bolter
"Oh we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends up with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evening
Ended with the slam of a door
Then he'll call her a whore
He was a cad wanted her bad
Just like any good trophy hunter
And she liked the way it tastes
Taming a bear making him care
Watching him jump then pulling him under
And at first blush this is fate
When it's all roses portrait poses
Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats
That's when she sees the littlest leaks
"Oh we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends up with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evening
Ended with the slam of a door
Then he'll call her a whore
She's been many places with
First they're off to the races
And she's laughing drawin' aces
But none of it is changin'
That the chariot is waitin'
Hearts are hers for the breakin'
There's escape in escaping
"Oh we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends up with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evenin'
Ended with the slam of a door
But she's got the best stories
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