I always saw you as
a little black vase with pearls
around of it and that
will not change my life
just for a moment
but I know how funky I am
a great, slim self, check
how beautiful you are
with your white dress and
that vintage curly
hair, my brain now is just a mess
my Chinese vase, come on
make me feel the fire put on you
I know you can be brighter than
fireplace
where we met, oh
you have a black-hole in the eyes
so they are pulling me through
or trying to bite
what I got inside
ease it, be kind
keep yourself in there
inside of this glass box
museum style
I'd like stealing you
just for seconds to
love your shape and make
you know how deeply I'm in love
with a vase
I'm love with a vase!
still and out of faith!
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