She’s got her high beams on
Subjecting me to something beautiful
Beautiful in a way I mistook for dead
I can’t breathe through this cellophane of intoxication
She will take whatever I throw at her
Because I birthed her soul into consciousness
With strong words of revolutionary value
“Darling”. She sang, her voice too sweet
She turns me sour from the taste of honey
The tip of her tongue the tip of an iceberg
Blasting up against me and removing my thoughts
I’m in love; I’m in love with a mirage put forth
By a darling girl sweet to the point of ache
She strikes me with bullet like eyes that beat against me
I am stricken by these seven minutes in heaven
Seven minutes of too much emotion, too much sensation
Oh for these seven minutes until I am alone again
Until I am left to ponder the façade that I adore
The seven minutes of her head bobbing in agreement
To so many things she will never understand but she can pretend
She can pretend like no other, she can break me with this imaginary friend
“Darling, Darling! I am a revolutionary.” Her voice rings
Whispered in my ear as we sit in wait for the perfect moment
Seven minutes of Heaven just waiting and she has her high beams on
It made us look a bit suspicious but I was drowning in the honey
The nectar made me believe it was all right,
It’s all sunshine when you find yourself a rainbow
When you find yourself a girl made of stars
She’s a rainbow with that lace and leather, that smiling face
Too bad she’s a mannequin, a puppet to belonging
It’s all she wants and I’m trapped in this cellophane
I’m drunken on this cocktail of sugar and spice
But darling I can’t seem to find anything nice
Darling, darling I’m a revolutionary.
 
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