Phases of the moon,
Of fragments that are seen,
Won’t you stop and admire my beautiful cratered skin?
Phases of the moon,
My beautiful shine and gleam,
Ever wondered why my other side is left unseen?
Phases of the moon,
Of fragments that are seen,
Won’t you stop and admire my beautiful cratered skin?
Phases of the moon,
My beautiful shine and gleam,
Ever wondered why my other side is left unseen?
