Russian Futurists (The)
Plates
She's soft and demure and her intentions are pureHer body is lithe as she lays by my sideI've made this all clear, but she don't wanna hear meI'm getting the sense that she can't take complimentsShe's spinning plates, I hate to burst her bubbleBut she's got eyes that make the Great Lakes puddlesAnd with one look I was hooked on troubleCause she's got eyes that make the Great Lakes puddles
From Letras Mania