I have a couple of bookends
Sculpted in a likeness of Marie Antoinette
Yesterday one fell tragically to the floor and lost its head
In a fit of deep passion
I removed her sister to a safer place
Where the mob would not find her
I have a couple of bookends
Sculpted in a likeness of Marie Antoinette
Yesterday one fell tragically to the floor and lost its head
In a fit of deep passion
I removed her sister to a safer place
Where the mob would not find her