I had this friend by the name of Cathy, We met in a really strange way.
We both were abused by a man we both knew, and eventually he had his day.
Cathy had started to enjoy her life, a mother of two and a soon to be wife.
Then tragedy struck, she was taken from us, one of a few I could actually trust.
A touch from you is like a touch from a feather
Though your hands are strong and rough
A kiss from you is like a soft gentle whisper
Though your lips are'nt moist enough
My boyfriend told me, 'You need to quit smokin.'
I'm tired of listening as you are chokin
That crap is no good for you,
look what it's done to your Mom
So I finally died, let me rest in peace
I kicked the bucket, I am now deceased
No longer will I feel the pain and sorrow
That plaques our lives come tomorrow
Ya know that I love ya and I think you're swell
But there's something you must here, something I must tell
I hope you're not offened when I say
You don't strike me as a Biker Bitch but that's ok