Born with two cherries for her Lips with jade and emerald Stones in her eyes
Hair spilling down onto her hips Like the golden sun in the sky
Her smile seems more like it's an Accessory
That she can power up, easily, Whenever she needs
She's an open book
You can check the pages and see
Only problem is she don't write Very legibly at all
So I leaned too close and fell Into the page
Becoming just another entry
She squirms like a small fish in a River cause her hearts still set on The bay
Thought I had a worm, hook, Line, and sinker but she keeps Swimming away
Her smile seems more like it's an Accessory
That she can power up, easily, Whenever she needs
She's an open book
You can check the pages and sew
Only problem is she don't write Very legibly at all
So I leaned too close and fell Into the page
Becoming an entry
I'm caught in the hold of a frigid Torrent but I don't wanna be Saved
Cause maybe at the end of all the Torment, I'll find myself in the bay
Her smile seems more like it's an Accessory
That she can power up, easily, Whenever she needs
She's an open book
You can check the pages and see
Only problem is she don't write very legibly at all
So I leaned too close and fell Into the page
Becoming an entry