The Glitter from Bath Time by Maija Sofia

When Jean changed her world, she became a chorus girl
in feathers and sequins and long strings of pearls
but nobody liked the sound of her voice,
to thick like molasses, to foreign and coy.
In Bloomsbury square, we counted the birds,
I said to the magpie, ‘I’m the shiniest girl.’
We lived out of cafes and bars through the winter,
how did we pare the love down to a splinter?
Well Jean, she grew thin, I regret she’s a drinker,
in our basement room, the storm’s just a shiver.
But out on the street, the lights hum and flicker,
Jean do you remember how we danced through the glitter?
And my god’s a good god, you say with a whisper
but no god is true and I swear I’m not bitter
but I used to dream of towers and pillars,
and I still believe in red neon flickers.
Do you think one day baby I’ll be rich or pretty?
Do you think one day baby I’ll move back to the city?
Do you think all the birds still flock to the square?
And do you think if I looked, I might find you there?

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