She makes her appearance
Never unnoticed
Heads turn, egos twitching
They want to see her play the part

Oh what a woman
Something that is so disturbing
They love the muse in her
Wishing for a girl like her

Oh, how fascinating you are
So beautiful
So entertaining
You make me laugh
And you had me thinking

Oh, never met someone like you
Their drama wants a girl like me
Feeding their dead poetry

In their stories, in songs
They make her come alive
Songs of passion and wild girls
Empty words
But hey, they want to fantasize

Simplicity
Is haunting their daily lives
Catch her like a butterfly
Strangling the muse within her

Oh, how fascinating you are
Too mystical
Too intriguing...
You make me laugh
And you had me thinking

Oh, never had a girl like you
Fading is the muse in her
All alone in her empty house of dreams

What a weird girl... living in her own world
What a weird girl... and you can't reach her
All alone in her empty house of dreams




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