Holy run circles up east where they found her,
Well at least one part,
The others were nowhere to be found
With no clothes on,
No sign of another,
Though we’d all heard him sing those long murderous love songs
Lulu Walls she was young she was tall,
A gifted new mind left the top of her school,
And in that summer,
She longed it were over,
So she could leave town,
And learn from professors
But in that town where Lulu was born,
Lived a man whose name we don’t say anymore,
Though he was a talent,
Did little but sing,
About a love so scolding,
And a lady so deserving of him
And his love songs,
His amply spaced home,
Where a lady could spend all of her days alone,
Encased in fencing,
Twenty-feet tall,
So no-one could gaze at his dear Lulu Walls
One night he saw her,
Across the moonlit river,
Struck by her beauty,
Decided to call her,
May I walk you home,
Through the pale unknown?
And if I make this stand,
Won’t you take my hand?
For days he bothered and followed her home,
While Lulu just wanted to be on her own,
And had no interest in married old mind-sets,
And looked to the west,
Where her adventures they lay next,
He stormed back home,
He ceased to sleep,
That aggravating beauty,
He named her and weeped,
Well this is not right,
It’s not part of my plan,
And if I cannot have her,
Then nobody can