Meta Morphosis (RIP figure skating / hail and rain)
Oh Gentleman, your standing by my rusty door.
You must see something in me.
I know its not my intelligence because
it made me poor.
You aren't interested in
the cobwebs draping me..
Oh Gentleman, you stand in your silk suit.
I stand in rags that tear up the pride in me.
I know somewhere inside your wild too.
You haven't turned away from
the essence of dirt on me.
Your eyes have blue jean in them too.
Oh Gentleman, the rose is out of your lapel.
Your name suits you because
you gave the rose to me.
You don't see that I am ugly.
My lips are shrived up rose
petals but you know
they don't define me.
My eyelids droop for you
because you are making me blush.
Oh Gentleman, your kindness has
made you handsome.
If only your compassion
could turn me into a rose.
I can tell you are very lonesome.
My skinny frame would be
dressed in petals.
Yet my words would be
Oh Gentleman, your presence
has made me bloom.
So he took my hand in his.
His silver car took us to his church.
The darkness will reject the doom.
I just knew he was intoxicated
with the perfume of my soul!
So our silver bands light up every room.
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