Feeling edgy, slightly betrayed by supermodel tendencies and robotic sought out hellos.
What more do I have to say
It is obvious, quite blatant
I’d say I hit the nail…
I’d say I’m above your head
But I offer you this ladder
I weaved it out of rope
golden fair haired lady
She’s trying to wave hello
All seems innocent enough
All seems rational and stuff
I’d like to throw this apple high
Let it be where it lands
I’d give anything to see
I’d say anything to be
A friend or foe in shadows
Then the call for a quick chat
Or a spy inside my life
If it lands there on her head
I always left my door ajar
Slightly inviting if you see it
Golden shimmer beckons
This is not to be taken lightly
Yet I’ve promised to show my feathers
I answer back my words
I greet you very kindly
Kissing both your plastic cheeks
You try to squint your Botox
But the poison seeped too deep
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