Lirieke: The Awkward Stage. Skeletal Blonde.

What?s seeming quiet, in private rages
We?re a city of tigers pacing cages for Jennifer
Our sense of play, I sense is dimming
We?re an orphanage of children stimming for Jennifer, for Jennifer

Jennifer sits down in the shower for close to an hour
As troubles rain down like blows on her brow
Jennifer, we waited ?till dawn with the hall lights left on
Worried you?d gone all skeletal blonde

A throng has gathered behind you
Dyed blonde where no one would find you
Song bird, you?re onward and dawnward
I?ve heard ?potential?s? a haunting word

Jennifer, I?m out on your lawn like a frustrated John
I?m fawning upon a skeletal blonde
Jennifer you put us all on in just a wig and chiffon
You were healthy and strong my skeletal blonde

A throng has gathered behind you, dyed blonde where no one would find you
A dove is not above a pigeon. There is true love without religion

A dove is not above a pigeon, there is true love without religion, Jennifer