When I was a little girl...
I thought monsters lived under my bed...

Thinking straight isn't an option
when your hands caress my body...

Oh, I don't need you to make
I don't need you to make my make-up run for me...

Sculpt me to your advantage.
Under the influence of your adroit hands...

Each night before I fall asleep,
I send up a prayer...

This dream that's barely half awake
chases sleep from my mind as...

If love were a color, it would be yellow.
Not for such a reason as...

When you know it doesn't matter,
But you do it anyway...

You left us without any answers, my friend.
Just tears and broken smiles...

You're
A puzzle; a riddle...

Feet firmly planted
directly over the line...

I'm not hearing the
goodbye...