I loved her bloody diamonds. An impure virago with no windsock. But she will never leave that Island. The way her stones are fashioned. Confabulations became clear rock. I loved her bloody diamonds. When they shined I was enlivened. For her I crowed a healthy cock. But she will never leave that Island. Her eyes are an oriental almond. See how the natives flock. All love her bloody diamonds. I tried to tell her as a friend. That she chose instead to mock. She will never leave that Island. One day soon, she will be wisened. To the ticking of the clock. I loved her bloody diamonds, But she will never leave that Island.