She’s clinophobic
Living that grow lamp life
The night stays under her spell
She’s alright
She’s in a movie
Felliniesque and wild
And she got me in a spiral
Soul driver with lazurite eyes
She looks at me
Shrewdly fluttering in the floodlights
My, oh my
I can’t keep my eyes off of her
Shrewdly fluttering in the floodlights
My, oh my
I can’t keep my eyes off of her
2 a.m. Acantha
Melancholy dancer
Wearing an armor enhanced by
Her smirking gousset
Her wrath is a red thread
Leading up to her bed
Buried waist deep in my head
She looks at me
Shrewdly fluttering in the floodlights
My, oh my
I can’t keep my eyes off of her