Her smile glows just sweet goodness her eyes smile with her features so as I know as a anthropologist she does have a machine gun smile
Even her sweaters are made of star charts her glory is her voice uttering wise words she is my loyal lady of the star clusters and such a milky way of knowledge unbound
That winged woman can light you up in bullets shoot your name in flares to the midnight skies she is beyond starstruck or light years in miles she is the coolest of the cool, contagion absolute with her machine gun smile