Portia's not the marrying kind, she doesn't drink cheap wine
She rolls, boys. She rolls
Her breath, her ribs, and unformed vowels conspire to reveal a parade of flaws
Roll, boys. She rolls
Oh lie the lie
Oh by the by
First one out in any rain, but the last to heal or remember your name
Roll, boys. She rolls
She'll want your love, just not right now
Still she'll wash your knees, you'll lay your shovels down
Roll, boys. She rolls
Oh lie the lie
Oh by the by
Portia's not the marrying kind, she doesn't drink cheap wine
She rolls, boys. She rolls