Some things we simply must stand for
Power goes to the chords
And such a stately whole node as yours
At least widely touted as such
Some things we simply must stand for
Power goes to the chords
And the semiprecious half-node as yours
At least highly regarded as such
But Melanie went gold
She won't accept your best wishes any more
And Jennifer, your halter top
A consecrated altar
But I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there one too many times
And what specifically about me made you choose to occupy the most absent stage of beauty
So complete and so serene and so sweet?
You'll be new at what you do for a long time
Still victory isn't mine
I've traced your every move
Then erased them with a cartographer's drunken haste
But Melanie went gold
She won't accept your best wishes any more
And Jennifer, your halter top
A consecrated altar
But I've wrung my hands and knees in shame there one too many times
And what specifically about me made you choose to occupy the most absent stage of beauty
So innocuous, so complete and so sweet?