Anita

Oh no the waves are coming, see them carry a quiet warning
Lets drop the raft and row
What is a family secret, if we can never get our feet wet
Lucky for us there’s a hole, in the boat
Anita what a pretty circle
Squeeze close your ghost stories, quote a verse if it stops your worrying
but keep clear my throat
How many children are you, I see three but that seems too few
I could have sworn there were more maternity clothes
Isn’t it interesting how these things tend to grow
Anita what a pretty circle
Turn your head while you drown me in the water you are walking on
Well your surviving daughter, has a taste for holy water
You’ve made just the right kind of mold
She’s married big like you did, if we’re lucky she’ll have three kids
But she’ll never know how close to dispose
Had she come before the plan arose
Anita what a pretty circle