she's the flower

she's pristine and virtuous

she's upstanding good and true
she's the queen of bloody sheba
she's a stunner what a sheila

she is simply marvellous

she is like brand new
she's just unbelieveable
she's a rock fantastic
she's completley serious
a hit a hit a palbable hit
she's a star a venus
she's the incredible thinking bint
she's by far the loveliest
she's delicious too
she's a feast of sundays
she's a dream come through
she belies my mondays
she's an art work like a statue
she has come from heaven
she has come from grace
she has come amongst us
must have been from outer space
she don't like our swearing
she don't like our sin
she finds crudeness wearing
she has got nice skin
she wears clothes of purple
she'd look good in rags
she's the great sea turtle
coming up for orwell’s air
always the first and last
she knows what the time is
she knows when and where
she knows how to walk
she’s the one behind us
she knows how to talk
she's alive o she's alive o
she's a model she's a doll
those are pearls that were her hawaii 5 o
she and I pray thee belong
where o wherefore is she
when i'm weak and lonely
she is like an angel
looking down upon me
she bathes in the ether
petals bless her tender fairness
she is always with us
she won't try to snare us
oh how inspiring it is
to look upon thee woman oh
how sublime it is that she
might love a hooligan or tramp
such as me who is so
worthless and gutterbled
that she might imagine
our confluence in the sea of
forever that is her bed
that she might bestow capricious benediction
as regards my vain shadow as i try
to inveigle my way into her beautiful mind
with words such as these
the crude rough song i am trying to sing
wisely sthough he knows always that
the word is not the thing
and resists my simperings
let me look upon her
contradiction is her gaze
she gives me her favour
i will take her to my grave
she is way beyond me
she belongs to god and love
if you want to touch her
you must wear a velvet glove
she is neither human
nor divine a dove a breath
she is always blooming
she's the flower thrown on our death.