Impaled Peach
All the City Water
Head to toe, she let her body swallow
All the city water she could drink
Dipped her pretty head into the sink
For she didn't think

That anyone would mind her swimming
In the cloudy water where she lay
Let her tender hair hang where it may
On her dying day

The sun rose, but it didn't shine
The river flows, but it's only brine
Her love still grows, but it isn't mine