catch me doing pirouettes on the sun
(the heat won't bother me, for the fire in my soul burns greater than my precious sun)
it's all second nature to me, babe, does it impress you? does it fascinate you?
I'll serenade you with all the love sonnets that I birth from the neurons in my brain, I'll warm you with my aura, my touch - I heard it's hotter than Jupiter's atmosphere
that's right, I'm celestial - does that inspire you to come into my open arms?
trust me, I won't bite - not yet, at least.
trust me, don't get too comfortable - I drop people just as often as I am forgotten.
I'm divine! I'm divine! I am destined to be alone!
