Loretta is spinning
The birds she is singing
With words without meaning.
She’s dancing on tables
And burns down the stables
And all of the fables
Are meaningless sounds
Of forrest and doubts
And stories of sad ugly clowns.

Loretta has heart and a beat,
She has soul and a body of meat.
Loretta has fright and desire to go,
She has no idea where to in the snow.