He calls me Beautiful
Like it’s my government
Thought he wanted all
But he just wanted some of it
Can’t control his heart
So he had enough of it
Tried to pretend he wasn’t in love
But I knew something was up with it.
He held my hand under the moon
Told him
Maybe later
But now is too soon
My carpet leaves for Venus in an hour
I’m just on New Earth charging to the 7th Power
& The voyage is hours
So watch this pretty flower
Grow into a gorgeous Jasmine
High into heaven
Like the Eiffel Tower
