She is silky
Fun and deceiving
She is allergic to the truth
When I talk to her seriously
She tells me unimportant things
Whatever happens
She is happy anyway
Freer than freedom itself
She is a kite without a destination
A mistake
A forbidden game...
She is
The spark that sets me on fire
The one who lies by running away from reality
She doesn’t apologize because she’s (for being) spontaneous/natural/genuine
She’s the one I love
With no ‘buts’ about it
That’s the way she is
That’s her and she affects me
Because she never let me conquer her
She’s the one for whom I’d lose my identity
And she’s sincere
In her own way
She’s a butterfly
She’s the thorn and she’s the rose
She’s an uncut diamond
I even adore her defects
And without her body
I am a dead man
She is
The spark that sets me on fire
The one who lies by running away from reality
She doesn’t apologize because she’s (for being) spontaneous/natural/genuine
She’s the one I love
With no ‘buts’ about it
That’s the way she is
That’s her and she affects me
Because she never let me conquer her
She’s the one for whom I’d lose my identity
And she’s sincere
In her own way
She is (saxophone solo)
She doesn’t apologize because she’s (for being) spontaneous/natural/genuine
She’s the one I love
With no ‘buts’ about it
That’s the way she is
That’s her and she affects me
Because she never let me conquer her
She’s the one for whom I’d lose my identity