On lonesome streets which host the darkest of thoughts,
She lumbers straight through puddles and parking lots,
Her stabbing stilettos echo through the alleys.
Hateful hearts refuse to part ways,
With her lover locked in Strangeways.
Mr. Stanley kissed her sharply,
The smooth precision of a knife.
She always got off quickly,
And that was her life.
The gap-toothed girl in Moston,
Hurled in a grave forever lost in.
The locked lover in Strangeways knew,
He had nothing to come back to.
However, it was never too late,
For Mr. Stanley would wait.