you never seen nobody as divine as

she can see reflections

in her own eyes

an admission of desire,

on a handsome afternoon

is an ovation to her ego

in her everyone is everything and

everything is mine



ms. marceau

you don't need another,

you'll always be your own hero

myself ms. marceau

you don't need another, you'll always

be your own hero



as if we're speaking in

another language

every word means i, me,

mine every hello every good

no escape to the life of the average

it's an ovation to my ego

in her everyone is everything and

everything is mine



we're very fortunate to have her here

accounts are empty and my friends

deserted long ago but

she say that i'm okay, so i'm okay