Stephanie Schneiderman - Bianca lyrics

Bianca didn't have to ask her skin was like leather her eyes were like a deer's in the cold November weather her favorite color was green she offered up the only thing she could silver beads There on a street corner on a cold November midnight lost in the city lost in her dark life like a dirty postcard pa**ed around and used when did your dreaming end Bianca She spoke about a man who loved and left her she said wasn't any good to go and remember she'd been beaten down she wore it on her face how can someone take the cold with that kind of grace