Jilly left home
To pick her own bone
She made it on her own
In the market place

Jilly had a smile
That spanned over a mile
She left him standing in the aisles
On the big parade
Jilly always phoned her mother
Emailed daily to her brother
Til she took a junkie lover
And began to fade

(Les goes on one of his unintelligible ramblings)