Your principal love is a maniac flower
The words you achieve might start to turn sour
And way up the wall, a scarlet surprise
Addresses and messes made by this reprise
You make your guess, oh, and that is all
An ample treaty, but the loneliest moan
'Cause you've never seen that blue ocean
That blue world
She was a cynic, queen of them all, you see
With her hair combed straight back, she walked steady and straight ahead
She built a world of her own inside a cubic space
And made many book deals, but on a wounded day
In the winter sun, she fell victim to her needs
And she cursed the many cars and the people on the streets
'Cause she'd never seen that blue ocean
That blue world