You've got a new dress, you're a quick change actress
Your lipstick slides out of its sheath
You're my neon-veined day-glow dame, how do you speak
With your tongue pressed so tight to your teeth?

You've got a lot of dead friends on this rock where we're floating
There's darkness ahead, but I think it's worth noting
We're candles, we're matches, we're lights on a wire
So come with me, please be my Sylph set on fire

In all honesty, I expected to be
Exceptionally unimpressed
I do not trust kindness, in kindnesses lies are hid
And oft topped with makeup, and winningly dressed

But you've got a mind, and if you don't mind me saying
It resides in a beauty not slightly betraying
Your luminesce, I confess, I guess you're no liar
So come with me, please be my Sylph set on fire