She's not evil, she's a corporate ma** surrounded
Doing what she is demanded on the moon
Lovely flowers, spinning circles in her iris
Whispers something that's just too good to be true
Tell me more
Then you're gone
Porcelain goddess, run your fingers through my long hair
Dull my senses 'til I don't care what is true
She's not evil, just a little bit misguided
Give her time, she'll be excited that it's through
Life's a chore
Then you're gone