Poets Of The Fall - Poets Of The Fall - Miss Impossible

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Poets Of The Fall - Poets Of The Fall - Miss Impossible

She can see about four satellites
Every minute of the hour,
And find a four leaf clover
Where you never saw a flower.
Shes habitually paradoxical, a Parallel Perpendicular.

Barefoot in nightgowns, thats how she dances in the rain;
Sundown to Sundown, like she was washing away her pain

As she is beatiful, shes unpredictable;
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her?
She is my common sense, revels on decadence,
But whats the difference? Its impossible to bait her.

She can really be a handful,
Like the brownies that she bakes you
It can be a tad hysterical,
But never quite the breakthrough;
Shes some kind of an epitome, the sea of intranquility.

In flimsy nightgowns, barefoot she dances in the rain;
Sundown to Sundown, like she was washing away her pain

As she is beatiful, shes unpredictable,
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her?
She is my common sense, revels on decadence,
But whats the difference? Its an impossible debate.

As she is beautiful

Barefoot in nightgowns, thats how she dances in the rain;
Sundown to Sundown, like she was washing away her pain
In flimsy nightgowns, barefoot she dances in the rain;
Sundown to Sundown, like she was washing away her pain

As she is beautiful

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