The talent, the dream, the player.
Your eyes never tell me lies,
No truth eitherway under hardcore skies,
So I just whisper my prayer.
I pray for the dream, for the music,
For what could unite us today,
I doubt I can make you stay
But I just don't want to lose it.
My dreamer. My cutie. Obsession.
I'm not your ideal Lady,
Not even one in a row - I'm shady
That's asking you stupid questions.
My DJ. My friend.My panic.
The mystery. Thunder and lightning.
Whatever -but I'm still fighting
To make our connection organic.