From the Siren

This here is the story of Irene the sireen
We met in a restaurant they call Disco Beans
She ordered brown rice and I ordered spleen
I was a dumb poet and she was a queen
I crashed on her rocks and now I must get clean

Irene sireen
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
In what ocean your island?
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
She ruined my life or I wouldn’t be here
You got any sisters there?

Well she fed on my anger and I fed on her lips
Introduced me to tofu it went to my hips
No meth, pot, or whiskey, she always lived clean
But in loving she was otherwise, my dirty Irene
She is my Class A I gotta hide it Irene

Irene sireen
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
In what galaxy your world?
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
I traded in my phaser when I signed up
Now I’m that guy wearing that fatal red top

It’s been years since I seen her years since I smiled
Them cognitive therapies only worked for a while
I wrote all my secrets in a book of self-help
Running and dieting and a good dose of kelp
Made an enema me, I find nothing will help

Irene sireen
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
In what network your handle?
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
I’m checking as I drive for your little red heart
Parked in a car crash so what do I care?
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
In what asylum your cell?
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
Have you no fixed address?
Should I do something crazy so our courses get crossed?
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
Irene sireen
Sing to me O sing to me, teach me your song.
I cannot sail past that moment.

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