Poets Of The Fall "Miss Impossible" |
she can see about four satellites every minute of the hour and find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower she's habitually paradoxical a parallel perpendicular barefoot in nightgowns that's how she dances in the rain sundown to sundown, like she was washing way her pain as she is beatiful, she's unpredictable damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her she is my common sense, revels on decadence but what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her she can really be a handful like the brownes that she bakes you it can be a tad hysterical, but never quite the breakthrough she's some kind of an epitome, the sea of intranquillity in flimsy nightgowns, barefoot she dances in the rain sundown to sundown, like she was washing way her pain as she is beatiful, she's unpredictable damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her she is my common sense, revels on decadence but what's the difference, it's an impossible debate Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |