if the musics over than fuck me gently
i'm a doors girl, and you know what i mean
you can't see through me
or the misty coated night sky
you wanna feel me and touch my body
but you don't deserve it
i'll make you wait, tilted and grey
a golden hour turns out the spotlights
i'm a women, once a sad girl
i've become a flower, stemmed from love/hate
let the music peel my skin body to body
trade my soul for a bite of the red cherry
each note tells me how i fell into a winding road
effortlessly, unconventional controlling float
whisper the words, deeper than crimson red
my eyes are screaming for me to go to bed
before i give in to the biggest scream
remember me as a friend of the butterfly
come closer again and touch the mornings sun
put your head on the ground, let us ride
