You're sly and quite the view
Waving eyes of painted blue
And I can't be under you
Even though you're always over me
The plume you blare is a scrim for the crowd
Your façade of beauty is a liar's shroud
The glory, the crown, they're all your size
The masquerade is over, reveal the prize
The prize
Fall into your cape
Enthralled with mouths agape
A small dose of gallantry
Part of the pain is your puppetry
Your eerie eyes weep pools of pain
Your paper heart is out in the rain
And just in case you couldn't care less
This threat should leave you feeling featherless
Care less
Careless
Your eerie eyes weep pools of pain
Your paper heart is out in the rain
And if you dare fly to your nest
This threat should leave you feeling featherless
Nevertheless, underdressed
A little birdie unknown