She’s the hurricane. 

She’s all over the place. A horrible mess, nonetheless. 

They said, this will lead you nowhere

And convinced her to be lady like. 

But all she knew, was to love. 
And when she loved it slammed you right in your face, like it was a hurricane that was waiting under the bed – wanting to spread as far as it would. As much as it could. 

If she loved you, you know what I mean to say!
For there a rare few that she hates not, and loves them the best. 

And now, when the lady – like lady realises she’s not here to be ladylike,
But express, till you wait for her to undress. 

Cause, she’s got a job – destructive for the collective. 

This world calls it A hurricane.

But she’s just a beautiful mess. 


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