Cindy writes a paragraph
Says time is passing
But the bubbles in her heart are everlasting
Yeah, she gave her life to art
And who could blame her?
It's pretty major
Fraught with danger and stuff
Like that

Oh, mighty engine
Of good intention
You're purring softly beside me
Grinding gently inside me
Tapping totally madly
For you

Says the plot is getting strange
It's taken over
And the hero's run away
And no one told her
But she can't control the page
It's taken over
There's people dying, semicolons crying
And full stops finding fault
Oh, what a dolt

Cindy writes of kerosene
And broken bottles
Says the troubles were a part of someone's childhood
But she can't get past the point
Where someone's dying
It's pretty minor
A pithy liner should sort it out
But he won't die
He just mucks about
Oh, it's so hard

Now we've broken out the gin
It helps her thinking
And given into sin
We're breathing deeply
But something's on her mind
A chapter stirring
Her mind is whirling
And off she trots
To tap her keys to the top

Oh, she's off

Mighty engine
Of good intention
You're purring softly beside me
Grinding gently inside me
Tapping totally madly
For you