If…

If you can keep your head, when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting you.

20cm X 20cm oil on canvas.

Amy Meets Frida – part two

‘You Know I’m No Good’ – July 2019, 30cm x 30cm acrylic on canvas

Meet you dowstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say ‘What did you do with him today?’,
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
‘Cause you’re my fella my guy,
Hand me your Stella and fly,
By the time I’m out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,

I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I’m no good,

Upstairs in bed with my ex boy,
He’s in a place but I can’t get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say ‘when we married’,
’cause you’re not bitter,
‘There’ll be none of him no more’,
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,

Who doesn’t love a good Amy lyric or two?