Automatic
She's automatic
with her candy eyes and cigarette smile.
She signs her heart away
with the tip of her fingers.
She's a sucker for anything acoustic,
she's a sucker for any sappy love story.
She breathes complex symphonies
and the crowds stare in wonder.
With her cherry lips and starry eyes
she makes grown men gasp.
But her magic's in her makeup,
and when she washes her face at night
all that beauty fades,
and she's left with nothing.
She's shaking like a revolution,
she's shaking like a leaf,
and here she lays her down to sleep.
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