Model On The Northern Line

Does the world desire you so my dear? Bambi lashes?

We the normal, we the just ok, whose eyes are drawn to that perfect alien...

Graceful in tatters, holding the carriages attention

"I think only in diamonds…"

Behind those eyes

With that nonchalant look of "you are nothing

You mean nothing to me

I have the company of princes and nightclub owners"

...Whose eyes are drawn to that perfect alien

Graceful in tatters, holding the room’s attention

"I think only in diamonds…"