The promising side of the mouth
Connected the rib to the south side
My Saturday blew me apart
I normally wouldn't be here
If not for a grocery cart
Miss Maskingtape, throw me a bone
His bad smile could've buried the afterglow
All the while he was counting his money
When the day will come, will you marry me after
Will you ask what I'm after
Will you marry me aftermath
If you won't it's no big deal
What's in an alter
I find the sudden change I hear
The father found a child to be distracted by
Her was the color of her hair
Here was a champion of fear
A stain on a Sunday child
Why and why she'll stay the same
No tear for the adulteress to blame
The mirror, the mundane called
The mirror cannot lie to you
The mirror can't remember your name
The old undistorted view
The reason why the woman grew and grew
Her height is what her age had becam
The grace of a hundred two
The promising side of the month
Distracted the week from the weekend
The mirror in front of myself
A marriage of one and two
The three of them both live together
A better mirage couldn't be