Disguised with her eyes, they are a deep blue sea.
Read into the depths of the soul, that we can see.
Her thoughts that race, having no doubts.
Running Peterpan's life, that's what I'm talking about.
Shouting real loud, she turns to her God.
One of the Elohim, like a demigod.
Tricks up her wings, it was always the lone path.
The one lucky man, she'll sit on his lap.
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