This is a word in your ear. Can you hear?. We have come for your minds. We walk the streets arm in arm. Hand in hand. With charm and chance. We are the chosen ones.
(Words Willcox / Music Bogen). Skimming the surface of a sleep. The rain falls hard from the heavens deep. Shatters my hopes, shatters my dreams. Shatters my windows into smithereens.
Wasp waisted. Modest and man-shy. We can never decide. Which colour shall we paint our eyes.. . We?re getting ready. To walk out in style,. Wicked ladies,.