She stole a card with his name on it.
Turned it upside down and drew a grave on it.
She tore her pillow and sliced her hair.
She kissed the mirror and felt it flare.
She twitched her legs and writhed in pain.
She dreamed of a fortress and a mad horse being slain.
Lisa,love, it's 4am.
More dreams to sing and men to plunder.
Lisa Lisa, you're getting no younger.
More wood , more fire.
This world needs a blunder.
She saw him running down the hall ,flowers hidden in the folds of his wrap.
She accused the heavens and sang to the rain.
She fought with the oceans and she cooked for the maid.
She held her honor on the thinnest of blades, then kissed it softly and let it waste.
She rode the snowman and ate the toad.
She cut her veins and laughed at her soul.
Lisa, love, its 4pm.
More dreams await and men feel the hunger.
Lisa Lisa,you're getting no younger.
More love , more anger.
This world needs a blunder.
