Heaven is such a beautiful thing
The cherubs come out with the birds to sing
I must be in Heaven
For I have not made myself ***** with sin
Nor have I threw my past loves in the disposable bin
Simply honest, I am
And all the baby angels are done eating their strawberry jam
I am in euphoria, I've met and shook hands with Mary
And picked the clovers of the tree which grows cherries
Euphoria is all I need...
I am a very stressed person, I cannot comprehend
The feelings I show, and try to mend
I cannot compute anymore
Thinking has become a total bore
So walk out the ******* door
Because you're reading this, and you want more.

(Whatever, it's a bit of a "public draft", I've been away for a while, that's all...)