You've got a new dress, you're a quick change actress Your lipstick slides out of it's sheath You're my neon-veined day-glow dame, how do you speak With your tongue pressed so tight to your teeth? You've got a lot of dead friends on this rock where we're floating There's darkness ahead, but I think it's worth noting We're candles, we're matches, we're lights on a wire So come with me, please be my Sylph set on fire In all honesty, I expected to be Exceptionally unimpressed I do not trust kindness- in kindnesses lies are hid And oft topped with makeup, and winningly dressed But you've got a mind and if you don't mind me saying It resides in a beauty not slightly betraying Your luminesce, I confess, I guess you're no liar So come with me, please be my Sylph set on fire