Her life was a whirlwind of parties and lights
Her date book was filled. She was out every night
She loved to dance wildly and sing crazy lines
She loved to get fancy and dress to the nines
One night as she drove to a swingin’ big bash
She had to stop quickly to avoid a big crash
Her purse in the next seat spilled on to the floor
She reached down to grab it, sat up, to her horror
Her necklace had caught on the gearshift! She gasped!
It tightened around her poor throat till, at last
She died on the highway choked by her own necklace
But it was quite fitting, she had always been (w)reckless.