Maybe she's born with it
Maybe she's been manipulated
Maybe she's more than just a pretty face

Whatever that smile meant
or if it was as half-angelic
as i thought it

Or if she meant to grace my lonely
finger tips

Maybe she's the muse
Who's harp I should be plucking
heart strings for

Maybe she's the missing music
To drop the the four back on the floor

To beat my  
heart with her holy hands

To cross the first threshold
A call to adventure
to the heart beaten path

Rendezvous

A meeting with the Goddess
She's my Hepburn
burning up my *****
in the smoking
little black
(un)dress

to bring that light back again

Maybe it's all in my head
Maybe she keeps me stimulated
Maybe baby girl keeps me born again