Her smile rinsed off, cleared and forgotten
'Cause you had her on your mind, trapped and confined
She's the earth and all its matter
But somehow she fits your designs, drawn and defined
Soft voices she hears around the corner
Don't fit the tempo of her songs
(She means everything to me, made from this earth)
In the cold light of day
If my precious, so capricious body was to conform to its fate
It might surely freeze and crack
She might question if today has her number of not
(She means everything to me, made from this earth
If my precious, so capricious body was to conform to its fate
It might surely freeze and crack
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