Here she comes, a lady

True essence of symmetry

Painting abstract, an artist

She knows what she feels until she goes

Loretta, picture what you erase

Your sparkler eyes disguise

The blue running down your face

Why can't you see none of this matters?

When habit calls, Loretta don't fall

She comes from the sun

Her yellow eyes heavy lifting

Her feet love to dance

But she hasn't had the chance

Whеn night comes she looks over

All thе intros to the outcomes

Loretta, you can't skip to the end

When all the broken pieces come together

You can pretend it was all a dream

Take your melancholy and

Make it fine, make it mine