With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face. Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass. She's got a house-big heart where we all live. And plead and council and forgive. Her widow's peak her lips I've kissed. Her glove of bones at her wrist. That I have held in my hand. Her Spanish fly and her monkey gland. Her Godly body and its fourteen stations. That I have embraced her palpitations. Her unborn baby crying "Mummy". Amongst the rubble of her body. Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped. Her fingernails all pink and chipped. Her accent which I'm told is "broad". That I have heard and has been poured. Into my human heart and filled me. With love up to the brim and killed me. And rebuilt me back anew. With something to look forward to. Well who could ask much more than that?. A West country girl with a big fat cat. That looks into her eyes of green.