Spaghetti Western
She's a witness to the world
A victim of happenstance
With a lip so stiff
It could break at a glance
She'd rather not be taken
Than taken for granted
Should have cherished her heart
Sown the seeds that you planted
She's got to
Forget about you
You're no good for her
No, no good for her
The criminal was
A principal of the heart
Who played the coward
Right from the start
Then fear of love grew
Like weeds across the land
While waves of mixed emotion
Filled her soil with sand
She's got to
Forget about you
You're no good for her
No, no good for her

 

Written by AmesEla Seidy-Baby© 1999, All Rights Reserved

Vocals, Percussion & Whistle: AmesEla Seidy-Baby
Drums: Manos Itene
Keyboard Bass, B3 Organ & Keyboard: Steve Hoffman
Acoustic Guitar: June Bug
Lead Guitar: Ralph Woodson
Harmony Vocals: Manos Itene
Scratching: DJ Keone