Lady Belladonna - Brian Protheroe

She’s a serenade

She’s a cruel jade and mandolin

Longing to be played

Open up the cage and let it in

Nothing to be done

No one held the gun

She’s a come-along

She’s a sadder song to make you cry

Savaging a swan

Lady of the lean and hungry eye

Nothing to be done

No one points the gun

Lady Belladonna calls

From her golden tower

Even though the flies are on her

She struggles through the hour

Chic of Arabee

Settle by the sea and watch her grin

Is it her or me?

Let her find the key and then begin

Nothing to be done

Someone fire the gun