Paul Heaton
She Rolled Her Own
[Intro]

[Verse 1]
At the front door, you were greeted
By a cup of silver and gold
To silence visits and footsteps
And the stories footsteps told

And the walls were lined with paintings
From friends that she's once known
Above an L-shaped couch and easy chair
In a living room she called home

[Pre-Chorus]
The toilet door unhinged
Like no-one even cared
The mirror in the bathroom
That no-one could have shared

The kitchen door ajar
[?If you were getting cold?]
A sink of last year's dishes
And not enough last year's mould

[Chorus]
If you felt like being [?] in the [?] room after dark
Your day spent shining brightly when the [?]

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