“She's A Diamond For A Quarter”

©1994 Don McAvoy

Published by McAvoy Music Productions, Inc. (ASCAP)

610-630-1536

Administered by The Harry Fox Agency, Inc.

Lyrics reprinted with permission. All rights reserved.

Carved her initials in her own expectations,

Her own expectations tree

Hinged upon her mind like an old tire swing is the belief

That she'll end her means

She sails her body on through the night

Swears this is her last time

She comes from the bedroom with three nickels and a dime

Cries with her promise outshined (CHR)

CHR - She's a diamond for a quarter; it doesn't make much sense to me

To be worth so much and give it away for free

What else can she believe in?

She's a diamond for a quarter: I'm but a mime to her speech

I haven't strapped on her shoes, I haven't slept with her pain

Or lived with the terror of doing it again

She's been the branch, she's been the fruit,

She's been the whole damn — "Giving Tree" —

She's that part of the forest that you'll never see

If you ignore where her branches lead

Every virtue is tempted...But isn't metal tested in fire?

And tested again?

Feeling as big as a minute she says: "My ever inquisitive past

Won't stop being my friend!" (CHR)