Who will forget your beehive hairdo?
Who will forget your Cleopatra makeup?
Who will forget your deep contralto voice?
Your talent is God’s gift
Your suffering, Christ’s crucifixion
Your death, paparazzi’s feast.
Who will sing your troubled mind?
Who will sing your broken heart?
Who will sing your toxic blood?
Sing a song for Amy
Sing a song of 27 years
Sing a song of painless sleep.