Little lady in leather
By a liquor store
Spirits were her tether
There's an anguish to ignore
When that cord comes unraveled
She has seen behind the mask
Paper thin illusions
Crumble with questions asked
Then faced foe and failure
Writhing misery
Sifting through sharp pieces
The reflection showed three
And paints perfect communion
Wine now tastes as blood
From lamb skin being shed off
Her clothing is from above
Little lady in leather
By a liquor store
Spirits were her tether
There's an anguish to ignore
