My bombshell calm in a violent tangle
Blindfold and swing, bad moods in a spiral
Gifts all present, acquaintances soaked in spirits
Raging skull as I burst apart in bold aggression
To find my bird we were avoiding the main show
Caught her by the stove, she was burning graceful
Her widow's peak points to a centre craved satellite
Wanted the cake to be all icing, now we're sick on it
My bombshell calm in a violent tangle