There's beauty in owing no man.
With lion arms for tender grips,
You do the things no man can.
With you I yearn for afflictions' lush lips.

To light a spark and watch it go up in flames
Listening to the beating of a frail heart-song
Their only thank you is a grasp of your finger, the butterflies in your heart

Tall against the memphis night, You shine like the star
Your frame strong but eyes as soft as a bubble
A shy smile as clear as the sea
You truly are beautiful!