The Oliver Moore Band - Her

She leaves a manic supercilious pleasing ease
Unattainable fallacious needs
And when she listens
She derives relieve
She derives relieve

Her initial intuition rarely leads her wrong
And she plays, a pampered con
And of her prudence
It wanders on

She leaves a margin for my manner
An eerie meditative influence on my soul
I know, this shy and lingering
Likely, listless
Time of living, I am on will never
See another one like her

Written by:
The Oliver Moore Band

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