She lived inner city In her own terrace flat A short broken path To a blue painted door Her room was faintly scented On a nail a rabbit's paw And there upon the shelf A hat she never wore The nails on her toes were painted silver All but one She had a tattoo on her hip Tiny red sun A pair of rose coloured glasses Heart shaped, hidden in a drawer And there upon the shelf A hat she never wore She had a scar There on her knee A strange stupid silly little story But she never told me A silent dancer in a box Caveat emptor And there upon the shelf A hat she never wore She wore a diamond in her hair I knew that was fake That's how she lived So much to give Too much to take Now paint peels from that door And I don't see her anymore But I will never forget The hat she never wore
© David Gilliver 2000 - thanks to Molly Chalker for the title