Her hands were of velvet, her arms were like planets
Her hair shone through the sunlight, her character was of granite
She talked to me like a cop, as if she was reading me my rights
I don’t need my Mirandas; you can show me the light
Look up at the trees, how they rustle in the wind
Truly and forever, you will always be my friend
Empty wine glass in your fridge, full glass of milk
If you were an important trade route, you would be silk
Knowledge is knowing that Frankenstein is not the monster.
Wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein is the monster.
My goal is to be that rich single aunt that flies everywhere and wears designer clothing and brings expensive gifts to her less successful family members