Crustsox - A Flower

Always covered mouth
Self-consciously drawn out
You're everything alike
Like a god spun you up from his very own mind

To be mine
Oh to be mine
Seems oh-so out of line
Somebody so fine

And I can only speak
In tongues which touch tequila
The conversation weakens
But you still want to keep it

Somebody so pretty could only have the name of a flower
And a flower so pretty, I want to remember