To follow the fellow, treated as sashimi garnish, his fiance is.
Be fooled, to know or not to know, a girl going mad knocking there.
Only a kid sister, foretelling on the last days of her brother, and holding a grudge.
Of Jennie from the bottle, having gotten a sniff from, the lid for her navel.
Shooting through it, instead of tears, spilled liquor from.