Pasty faced girl
with thighs to match
the insides of her eyes
never a mirrors happy reflection
She's got the simplest part of me
deep inside
Can't really explain it
some kind of infection
eating away at me
there's no doubt
She's what I need
the source whenever I breathe
suffocating my preconceived
superficial delusions
She's got the solution
can't figure out the charm
but when I've got her there
on my arm
all tasty pasty and warm
She's my soul goddess
‚Äčand I see no harm