You will cough up crows that peck my eyes
And I will do nothing but go blind

But my heart
It has eyes
And my love
It has sight
Even though it may be
little cloudy

And you will break my back for all the burdens I lay upon it
But I will never blame you for those bees inside this bonnet

And my lungs will grow cancers
And my back it will grow achy
I will buy us an acre
Of some land in the city
We could live there together
Or I'll live alone less happy
But I'll live
Unfortunately