The previous performance had steeled her. This one could be delivered with calm resolve, wards of warning for men who don't give serious consideration to their prolific habits. When she had composed it, it had been prophetic. Now it was a thing of the past that had shaped her, and she allowed it to be heard in her sinister delivery, sharp and clean.
"My bed is now a cylinder of steel
Cold and hard and shiny
To match the way I feel
The dust in here is like a burning wind
Black as coal and thunder
Dark as all my sins
I took it for a long, long time
And a woman can take a lot
Two can be undone by three
But it only takes one shot
You were there
To see me beg and kneel
What kind of man would ask me then
If he could make a deal?
When lovers of the future read these lines
A sound of steel and thunder
Will echo in their minds
I took it for a long, long time
And a woman can take a lot
Two can be undone by three
But it only takes one shot
I took it for a long, long time
And a woman can take a lot
Two can be undone by three
But it only takes one shot
Ashes become speed
And turn to blood
It's strange to see
How sharp and clean
The things that come from love"
During singing she looked at Zane once or twice, but he didn't really expect him to take it personally. After all, she didn't know him that much. But the song was too authentic, almost painfully so, to think it was just a stage act on her part.