Low

Ainslie

Chirps like a bird

Howls when she's hurt

Speaks to me stern

Teaches me words

Thrives in the dirt

Spills her red wine

Ruins my shirts

Bloodies my nose

Lips like a rose

Somewhere to go

When I’m low

When I'm low

Ainslie

Magical mouth

Sleeps on the couch

Gone somewhere else

Comes in and out

Whistles me tunes

Sings me the blues

Misses her youth

Drinks eighty proof

Whеn she's blue

And I’m low

'Cause shе's hot

And cold

'Cause I'm young

And she's old

And I'm buyin'

And she’s sold