She laughs at silences
To a joke she doesn't fully understand
She cast her eyes from sin
As she trembles in the other reveler's hand
Oh let's just let us be
Kiss in corsets on the doorsteps of our lives
Only foolish eyes will see
I'm a drag in tattered rags but I'm alive
She holds her parlant tongue
But refusing has it oozing from her skin
She's she's made of platinum
But her eyes will exorcize her till she's tin
Oh let's just let it go
Kiss in corsets on the doorsteps of our days
Only foolish eyes will roll
Because darling I will stand by my cliches
Past your peel, I know you feel that there's no color in your eyes
But darling, know the color's in what lies.
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