That girl has lost her way,
Previous perfection; imprisoned princess;
Provoking pointless escape for pleasure,
Oh it's that innocence
laid thickly and sweetly over her eyes
like cotton wool,
Softly tread please
or pull off.
So flirt, release, you've got the charm,
to hang another from your arm,
You do-gooder, care, go on.
But too much about yourself?
Forget, go-on, about others,
My gosh you do use your tongue,
Never cower.
Lost in moment
consequently
losing
conscience
and complete comprehension
of consequence
You kissing. Queen
So what you going to do
Now romance is dead
the lust, longing, love has left
Lonely girl
live for the party.
Time to re-find your place
your time in space
if i have one
i must retrace
