Skinny little button of a sharp like a knife,
Hasn't had a day go easy once in her life,
Sweetest peace of comedy
In a blond head under pantyhose,
Gives a smile and a happy cat cookie
To whom she meets when she goes,

Pretty, witty, hyper child,
Like a shine broke off the sun,
Stands firm as fire's reddest pillar,
But one day she will learn to run,

Likes brown, likes home, domestic cutie,
Unknowing of her golden beauty,
She loves shoes and acting strange,
A butterfly locked on the prism range,

There's a nasty mean lives on her tongue,
But she is strong and she is young,
So many feelings yet unsung,
She hates the falses she lies among,

Watches like dust through shafts of light,
Lives like crazy 'cause she knows she's right,
Wears lines of trust on her flower-stem eyes,
She wears the truth-fill that makes her wise,

She keeps shine at her fingertips,
And swallows you whole with mock-lady lips,
Wishes whisper in her blood heart,
Her energies are atoms apart,

Liberty circles her ever-like orb,
And soaks up all her thoughts absorb,
Grows on you like a silent vine,
Paper-thin venus friend of mine.