Lady Goodtime

Young man go out walking
Go and hunt for her.
She’s covered her bed with linen.
She perfumed her bed with myrrh.
Can a man scoop fire into his lap without setting on fire?
Can the same heart that loves be a big black heart filled with desire?

They tell me you used to be someone
You used to shine like the sun.
You used to be everybody’s first love
Baby you were the one.
Watch out here comes lady goodtime.

Young man go out walking
At twilight she roams.
On the street, in the market, in the corner
Her feet they never stay home.
Watch the ox go to the slaughter
Watch the bird fly in the cage.
Watch the arrow pierce your foolish heart
This house it is a highway to the grave.