Like an Angel through my room

Like an angel going softly through my room.

Like a hatred- you spread your cloud of doom.

And I can't take it, I'm not your bitch to abuse.

Just leave my side, I have enough perfumes.

Like a crawling tiger and a geisha,

With a painted beni; aroused by the client.

And has danced for plenty. 

Feel the desire.

Play an instrument and caress the shoulder,

As I grow older, I'm emboldened to speak

the truth.

Come on, speak delicious fires.

I may sleep all day or atleast till after noon.

I will adhere to you.

I can patiently wait for an angel to softly go

Right through my room.

And for the idea to bloom.

I listened to Deborah Harry, and I begun to swoon.

Like an angel through my room.