Ceramic

Is she hot property?
Sorry, you can hardly look but don't touch
She's a celebrity waiting for you to go a bit rough
She's there waiting on you
Waiting on something
Something to come her way
Can't you hear those bones cracking?
Those necks turning?
Waiting on something
Something to come their way
It's the shades, isn't it?
It's the pace, isn't it?
What's flowing through the blinds?
What's their purpose? All they seem to be doing is blocking the light.
That precious light
Preventing another light
Lighting it up
Like she's hot property.
Not even legal and more hits than you know
Need a killer of your self-esteem?
Look no further.
You have your beast to tame.
How does she do it?
She acts like she acts and flows like she knows
how it all turns out in the end.