said with nothing but affection,
all is not oblique.
True internal worth
you'll have to unearth,
your creation,
no boutique.
said with nothing but affection,
all is not oblique.
True internal worth
you'll have to unearth,
your creation,
no boutique.
it won't make you sing,
i haven't killed the mystique.
The curled metal band
from the garage wasn't planned,
it is what you seek.
The flowers made from screen
cannot be unseen,
it's from where I speak.
it won't make you sing,
i haven't killed the mystique.
The curled metal band
from the garage wasn't planned,
it is what you seek.
The flowers made from screen
cannot be unseen,
it's from where I speak.