Myself

you never seen nobody as divine as
she can see reflections
in her own eyes
an admission of desire,
on a handsome afternoon
is an ovation to her ego
in her everyone is everything and
everything is mine

ms. marceau
you don't need another,
you'll always be your own hero
myself ms. marceau
you don't need another, you'll always
be your own hero

as if we're speaking in
another language
every word means i, me,
mine every hello every good
no escape to the life of the average
it's an ovation to my ego
in her every one is everything and
everything is mine

we're very fortunate to have her here
accounts are empty and my friends
deserted long ago but
she say that i'm okay, so i'm okay