she is the woodblock print, a sudden shower, hypnotozing to see, pantomime power
and with luck I could see her star fall like bright neon lights.
plastic covered lips, shaking hips, feet on the shiny dance floor
and she'll ride this wave of fame through a door
I can't see, wouldn't want to be, anything other
than a fly on the wall, red dress, silk caressed flowers
she'll be gone, when it sours, the cries, the tears, the flow
when she leaves, you'll never know someone
shared that time with you
and with luck I could see her star fall like bright neon lights.
plastic covered lips, shaking hips, feet on the shiny dance floor
and she'll ride this wave of fame through a door
I can't see, wouldn't want to be, anything other
than a fly on the wall, red dress, silk caressed flowers
she'll be gone, when it sours, the cries, the tears, the flow
when she leaves, you'll never know someone
shared that time with you
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