She walks into the room,
Innocent as a sweet, sweet flower,
Sweet as the sweetest honeydew,
Vulnerable as the most human.
She walks into the room,
Innocent as a sweet, sweet flower,
Sweet as the sweetest honeydew,
Vulnerable as the most human.
That underpant in a flashy shade,
The pendant hidden beneath the conservative-looking shirt,
Those barely noticeable highlights,
That piece of metal in that almost-forgotten crevice,
That no one will know,
And needs to,
Except you.