Venus bursting out of concrete
Formal dresses made of steel
It's a standard for the test of time
It seems you're staying for the extra mile
Private flesh inside a seashell
Mixing rapture and control
It's a standard for the test of time
It seems we're staying for the extra mile
The shadows become volume
The draping becomes weight
Are you trying to pose as vulnerable?
Are you trying me to get you undressed?