(to the tune of "Desperado", by the Eagles)

Why does your face look so pensive?
You've been on the defensive,
A woman apart,
Oh, you're a strong girl,
So why don't you ever smile?
This self-imposed exile here,
Is breaking your heart.

Weren't you once the queen of idols, girl,
Showered with affection
That flowed to you from your adoring fans?
Did their worship grow so vital
That you lost your heart's direction,
While the hunger became more than you could stand?

Oh, you ain't gettin' any stronger,
That sad farewell song, girl,
Is makin' you cry,
And wisdom, oh wisdom,
That's just pain walking near you,
It's making you fear to
Let your broken bird fly.

Do you think snowfall is a bitter sign?
The air grows cold and the grey clouds blind,
Your voice is sounding hoarse in your own ears.
That yearning in your heart still grows
And the winter wind won't dry your frozen tears.

Why does your face look so pensive?
Get off the defensive,
Open your eyes,
The snow is fallin',
But you know that snow really suits you,
You've got to let your friends close to you,
And open your life.

(apologies to Don Henley)
The Eagles

Why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences
For so long now,
Oh, you're a hard one,
I know that you got your reasons -
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow.

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy,
She'll beat you if she's able,
You know the queen of heats is always your best bet,
Now it seems to me some fine things
Have been laid upon your table,
But you only want the ones that you can't get.

Oh, you ain't gettin' any younger,
Your pain and your hunger,
They're drivin' you home,
And freedom, oh freedom,
Well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking
Through this world all alone.

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine,
It's hard to tell the night time from the day.
Well, you're losin' all your highs and lows,
Ain't it funny how the feelings go away?

Why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences,
Open the gate,
It may be rainin',
But there's a rainbow above you,
You better let somebody love you,
Before it's too late.

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