She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.
...Hello kitten, I don't miss sex.
It's just the feeling of skin against skin that I want,
The photos I take are not the photos I like.
They look dull, they look crap when placed next to real life,
You have a blue iris and it wrestles my hate to the ground,
You have inquisitive eyebrows that make me soft-centered
And your lips make a purring sound...
...And then there she was,
Like double cherry pie.
Yeah there she was,
Like disco superfly.
I smell sex and candy here.
Who's that lounging in my chair?
Who's that casting devious stares
in my direction?
Mama this surely is a dream...
Her lips a sweet surprise.
Her hands are never cold,
She's got Bette Davis eyes.
She'll turn her music on you,
You won't have to think twice.
She's pure as New York snow.
She's got Bette Davis eyes.
And she'll tease you,
She'll unease you.
All the better just to please you.
She's precocious and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush.
She's got Greta Garbo's stand off sighs,
She's got Bette Davis eyes.
She'll let you take her home.
It whets her appetite.
She'll lay you on her throne.
She's got Bette Davis eyes.
She'll take a tumble on you,
Roll you like you were dice,
Until you come out blue.
She's got Bette Davis eyes.
She'll expose you, when she snows you.
Off your feet with the crumbs she throws you.
She's ferocious and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush.
All the boys think she's a spy...
