Papa Wasn'T Rich But He Loved Her So

E. L. E. K. T. R. A. the spring had come and gone the summer song was sung autumn dragged its feet and winter brought defeat her momma was a snitch indescribable papa wasn't rich but he loved her so 'never a pretty girl not even in her prime hatred borne of envy corrupted heart and mind oppressed by the wealthy and the beautiful there never was a grafter with less to show here's a face that you know bouncing off the window pane you don't have to be told that never will you ever be the same when learning to decieve she'd always done her best to come across as clever detached n' unimpressed her momma was a snitch, irresponsible papa wasn't rich and he had to go hear the clatter of feet running through the dirty rain she's tearing up the street, the one constant in her life is pain tell it like it is 'til the story hits home papa wasn't rich but he loved her so _____________________________________ Newest song I haven't changed it much for this forum. I have now! 2nd draft. Ok 3Rd n hopefully final draft. Comments most welcome. Thanks, Rightly.