That's what her mother would say
she just celebrates different
and my appearance gave me away
well I'm not really heaven sent!
To cool music, my friend succumbs
pentacle of silver she does wear
beats a song from her african drums
so wonderful to share
a harper too, well she has one
sounds so pure and fresh
a ****** to learn and keep in tune
I'd just get in a hopeless mess
training me to the spiritual
she really opens up my eyes
auras, circles and mirrors
the wonders in the skies
impulsive I am not at all
I'm quiet, and I calculate
but slowly coming out of my shell
with the help of my best mate
sat in the kitchen by her hearth
well, by her great big oven
the pastor and his gentle flock
must think I've joined a coven ;o)
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 11:00 AM UTC
That's what her mother would say
she just celebrates different
and my appearance gave me away
well I'm not really heaven sent!
To cool music, my friend succumbs
pentacle of silver she does wear
beats a song from her african drums
so wonderful to share
a harper too, well she has one
sounds so pure and fresh
a ****** to learn and keep in tune
I'd just get in a hopeless mess
training me to the spiritual
she really opens up my eyes
auras, circles and mirrors
the wonders in the skies
impulsive I am not at all
I'm quiet, and I calculate
but slowly coming out of my shell
with the help of my best mate
sat in the kitchen by her hearth
well, by her great big oven
the pastor and his gentle flock
must think I've joined a coven ;o)
Bet she will hate this, might not show her, but will tell her cats...shhh
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