Her beauty is its own color, her curves reveal its every promise I'm without shrive when light bends to complement her outline. I am without shrive when light bends.
I'm just a man, Built to break and filled with hate, When I see beauty that cannot be put on the film and taped When a woman appeared and light bended …
She's an etheareal flight attended I thought that I was reborn. That meant my life ended...
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She developed a cult following with vulgar mammals who want to clip her wings But I thought of her as a solar panel, And I'm not alone, most men agree, So I vented my feelings and I'll foster hope replace it but cope, act with testosterone, But I never been good at hiding, and I've loved her since... /*...*/ And angels hung from behind her is her seat belts.
Her beauty is its own color, her curves reveal its every promise I'm without shrive when light bends to complement her outline. I am without shrive when light bends.
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I'd like to die with my head on a bosom in salt, Trade my thought like I was on wooden pulp, sheets, All I could do was stand there, sending her strands of hair, Put them in my vault to keep, She's like "We're not on the same wavelength!" And I was like "Oooh, you're one of those primadonnas," "Reading bellevue drama from a teleprompter!" She's like, "Come now, I know you," "Looking for rats who fornicate …"
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That name? There is a partial truth, But I'm an artful sleuth and I care to say, You make Carmen look like a golf ball on a fairway And I may be captivated by the scent of your hairspray, But I am not, I repeat, I am NOT— HIM.
Light bends around her, she won't register at the check-out counter,
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Her beauty is its own color, her curves reveal its every promise I'm without shrive when light bends to complement her outline. I am without shrive when light bends.