Little Wire


She was standing there crying,
Her face was on fire,
She knows what is worth,
As I know who I am.

She said she was tired,
And wore little wire,
My love was so deep,
That couldn’t be reached.

Her little wire,
Oooh, little wire.

Her hair was like cinnamon,
My heart went on fire,
But love may be blind,
As steel may be sharp.

Wound wire is hard,
As love may be fragile,
Now it is gone,
As I know who I am.

Her little wire,
Oooh, little wire.

This was a story,
Of one little wire,
It stick on my heart,
And let it be shot.

The wire still burns me,
Like coal at the steelworks,
Now I’m the one who’s,
Standing here crying.

Her little wire,
Oooh, little wire.