Her beauty is its own color,
her curves reveal its every promise
I'm without shrine
when light bends to complement her outline.
I am without shrine when light bends.
I'm just a man, built to break and filled with hate
but I see beauty that cannot be put on a film and taped
When a woman appeared and light bended
she's and ethereal flight attendant
I thought that I was reborn, that maybe life ended
I just continue this, I got my ice blended
I think that she was just meat for adult modeling
to make men salivate, 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 in a foster home
replace them with Cro-Magnon testosterone
but I've never really been that good at hiding
I loved her since
asked her if she could color print, the summer scent
and she did music notes flying out of golden tunnels with a single utterance
my manly roar brought to a shriil, bleak yelp
when faced with this woman who ate chlorophyll and sea kelp
an angel's hug from behind her is her seatbelt
her beauty is its own color
her curves reveal its every promise
I am without shrine
when light bends to complement her outline.
I am without shrine when light bends.
There' a digital blip
on a whimsical nymph
for whose physical fit frame
depicts my indigo crypt
i'd like to die with my head on her bosom and sulk,
she read my thought bubble like it was on wooden pulp-sheets
All I could do was stand there,
sending her strands of hair
put them in my vault to keep
and she was like "˜we're not on the same wavelength'
and I was like "˜ooooooh, you're one of those prima donnas reading melodrama from a teleprompter'
she's like "˜come now, I know you. Looking for rats who fornicate at every point of the map on your tour date, then put them in your raps and recorded tape'
that may bear some 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 don't register at the checkout counter
I stick my neck out
offer her my wet mouth
but I flounder
her beauty is its own color
her curves reveal its every promise
I am without shrine
when light bends to compliment her outline