Private Privacy

I shot my eyelash
'cos it dared to wink at me.
I put cement in all my boots
just so they wouldn't flee.
I was denied when I was young,
I fell down the stairs,
I have one lung.

My therapist tells me these are excuses,
that I should sell the ranch,
pack up the kids and leave the bank,
have no fixed postcode, and a little bitta
private privacy.