Naomi

Your prettiness is seeping through
Out from the dress I took from you, so pretty
And my emptiness is swollen shut always
Always a wretch i have become 
So empty

I'm watching Naomi, full bloom
I'm hoping she will soon explode
Into one billion tastes and tunes 
One billion angels come and hold her down 
They hold her down until she cries

I'm tasting Naomi's perfume
It tastes like [bad word] and I must say
She comes and goes most afternoons
One billion lovers wave and love her now 
They could love her now and so could I

There is no Naomi in view 
She walks through Cambridge stocks and strolls
And if she only really knew 
One billion angels could come and save her soul 
They could save her soul until she shines

So pretty