Roberta C. Lyrics

Carson, flannery, and trune
Line the bookshelves home
Waiting tables in some cafe
Paying my student loans
And if they didn't make me sneeze
I'd get a cat, name her louise
Someone to talk to, ???

A listless intellectual in her prime
Scrabble high score: 409
With nothing remarkable to leave behind

Smoking lights, working nights
Frequent trips to the public library
Don't make much of a life
So I'm gonna change
Maybe tonight
I'm leaving something
To remember me by

A listless intellectual in her prime
Scrabble high score: 409
The note on the bed
"true love is hard to find"
True love is hard to find