Don't forget to look up, folks
There she is, the Golden Goddess
When she peep out the mountain curtain
I say, "Good mornin' ole gal!"

Her beauty within is what most would call imperfection
Like most of us
She is not quite full, not quite whole
Like most of us

Her sliver of the dark side
Almost entirely naked
Still, she hides just a lil bit
Just enough, makes her desirable