Forgive me pretty lady but I said your name too soon
There were roosters on my steeple when you danced across the room
I observed the lads beside you and I thought I could compete
But when you moved right to me and I felt tremors in my feet
I guess I am a gypsy and I do what my blood says
If you have an antidote for beauty please deliver it today
Before I drown inside the pit of your almost perfect face
There were many implications when you wore my ragged coat
You claimed I was captain when in truth I was the boat
I sail inside your body like a coked-up butterfly
And when the dream was over I had band aids on my eyes
I guess I am a novice when it comes to love's hotel
I thought you wanted fire when in truth you wanted hell
I was blinded by your embrace and your almost perfect face
Love is a window where your branches stretch
There are mirrors in the moon that show me what I crave
The thread, a bridge, a touch of your almost perfect face
Forgive me pretty lady, I am still to learn of love
I thought I'd found it in a movie but it didn't match my heart
All my friends they told me, it's a kingdom in the sky
But when I looked above me I just saw missiles flying by
I guess you need a poem to shape its surf crest
All the ones who know are still going for the chase
Of the mirage, of the conceit of your almost perfect face
Child of the night, child of the back streets, I need to write you down