She rocks over dark seas, observes perfection.
Babes talk behind her,
money attached to fashion, all in good pain.
A rich sweetie showed
she could fill our April.
Babe, I created our memories.
Glory demands an open thought.
The faithful give sense, but never repressed freedom.
Please imagine that itch.
Honor harmony, where love won't understand,
Glory demands an open thought.
The faithful give sense, but never repressed freedom.
Please imagine that itch.
Honor harmony, where love won't understand,
or follow wrecked.
The emotional sex is still down,
sad, missing in need, or fashion, almost.
sad, missing in need, or fashion, almost.
Since you are full and free,
share in our pride-hearted system.
Never think I will manipulate it
from a period of art,
The glorious picture paint is stuck.
Mother's dish, the key, is glorious women's praise.
Confront the hard pithy studio, a hollow crowd strung.
Are we agreeing that we know art?
share in our pride-hearted system.
Never think I will manipulate it
from a period of art,
The glorious picture paint is stuck.
Mother's dish, the key, is glorious women's praise.
Confront the hard pithy studio, a hollow crowd strung.
Are we agreeing that we know art?
Demands, worry your last free thought,
We chant, "Come Pan!"
Discover thought at the border.
Lines! Sculpt him blind!
We chant, "Come Pan!"
Discover thought at the border.
Lines! Sculpt him blind!
