Aren't you a pretty picture. In your finest disarray. You make me wanna love you. More than any words I know to say. . Heartaches come and heartaches go.
Your bright and shining star. Fell a little short of glory. And left you wondering. Where you are, where you are. . While you're down there in the trenches.
You're like Chinese boxes. One inside the other, inside the other. One inside the other one. . You're smoking mirrors. Plastic flowers, magic spells. Misdirection, smoking mirrors, plastic flowers.