I sit atop a tiny isle.
These rags I wear were never in style.
Impiety 's not my only sin.
I took no tonic with my gin.
I never called, hated the phone.
A table for two, yet dined alone,
I sit atop a tiny isle.
These rags I wear were never in style.
Impiety 's not my only sin.
I took no tonic with my gin.
I never called, hated the phone.
A table for two, yet dined alone,