Don't leave me Debt

Wilting in my chair,

                  Hemlock turned a gaze n' told me
"You're a bastard for fortune."

        "A gal needs her shoes, her hair n' her nails."

"You don't need nun' of 'at to look precious."

(Hemlock I wish to strike you with a hot iron)
 
         "You'd be a good housemaid I bet, sweetie."

(I'll iron your clothes for you alright.)

         "Nuff said, shame you look like a boy sweetheart."