She'll get bored with flowers and roses
So I'll give her something exotic
I've felt lonely and toxic
But she defines herself within logic
I can't dodge it
She's too magnificent for me
Not to gaze
And break all the haze
Around me
She just needs a tiara
Along with a purple dandelion
To represent that Minnesota blues
I have inside me
I want her to know
That my corrosion is in her hands
Make me one again