She prowls the halls and the bars Holds herself up on the meat hooks They give her due and then some We hope she earns what she can from the looks None of this matters much He's back now Determined to turn the world upside down He's back now They both believe they were picture perfect The painting was torn in a single stroke When the fire destroyed and the words the employed What can a pen hope to invoke. Written and Recorded (obviously) in one day for the 2020 Song-A-Day challenge. http://songaday.netscrap.com  

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Miniature #7, West Gallery, acrylic on tile
Link to this view of the song:
http://songaday.netscrap.com/songs/?scrap_id=4803&scrap_category=44