Cautious and sweet and young Strung high from the tip of her tongue Stone shoes laced up to her knees Heavy and soft like the soul sheβll steal A wind in her waist Dust, lust in her taste No ones marionette No ones Juliet Willing the words to existence That will burn the past of least resistance A pink young tongue Deep She breathes deep into her lungs Strung now so high that sheβs nauseous Yes still so young, so soft, so cautious