Brenda

Who has never scratched themselves on a barbed wire fence?
That scribbles on our skin
Writing stories, stories of the past
When we were happy, we lived on the farm and there was the boss's daughter
The boss's daughter whose name was Brenda
And I was in love, in love with her, and she was in love with me too
And I was in love, in love with her, and she was in love with me too

And today I am in love and married to the boss's daughter
Her name is Brenda and she stole my heart
Her name is Brenda and I became the boss
And I became the boss