well i broke down and read the review
now mother teresa's got the blues
and i've got nothin to lose
it's a beautiful rhyme laced with your tone
of trump and longing
but i can't sleep till i photograph hope
the progress you're making
can't compare to my shaking
cos i haven't slept in days
and i want you to celebrate me
with a 3 layered cake
i'll fall behind as you walk ahead
and wait to lick your plate
i promised i'd never write a song about you
you embarass yourself already
but if i shot of a cannon
and called you queen
would i stay in your dreams?
