She and her girl
She and her stockinet
She and her window, peeking
With so many maidens nearby
In the street her beloved
Is certainly dancing
From her window
She wonders
Where he must be going
And she will, perhaps
Go out once
To the balcony
She and her stove
She and her heat
She and her window, waiting
With so little money
Maybe her beloved
Is still gambling?
From her window
A hazy star
And a piece of moon
And she will, perhaps
Go out one more time
To the street
She and her punishment
She and her distress
She and her window, wanting
With so many old friends
Her beloved in a bar
Is certainly drinking
But another tanned man
Beckons a new wave of hand
And a fake oath
And she will, perhaps
Live once for all
The life