Her beauty is its own color,
her curves reveal its every promise
I'm without shrive when light bends [bad word] 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...

/*...*/

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 [bad word] her outline.
I am without shrive when light bends.

/*...*/

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, [bad word] now, I know you,"
"Looking for rats who fornicate …"

/*...*/

That name? There is a partial [bad word] 
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,

/*...*/

Her beauty is its own color,
her curves reveal its every promise
I'm without shrive when light bends [bad word] her outline.
I am without shrive when light bends.