Matilda
(by Marc Ledermann)
Feeling strange here in your land.
You drive me insane, Matilda.
Beneath your throne perchance there is room?
I'm mentally weak, can't seize your beam.
There's no doubt, deep in your eyes
A twinkle was mine, Matilda.
Powder-white face and Indian plume,
Gentle winning smile invoked prophet fume.
Merely dirty sweet, pure temptation, Matilda.
Somehow I do float with unscrewed eyes, Matilda.
Dwarf and sage, you are the mage
That deepens my soul, Matilda.
Mind-blowing blossom, would fain behold you.
Elfish peacock maid, you'd twine my sight.
You're beautifully fine, romance styled child, Matilda.
Queen of elves and fraud, visions of heat, Matilda.
Sky and hell, you will defeat
The stronger one's spell, Matilda.
Mollification's beyond my control.
Everlasting dread prevents any feat.
Merely dirty sweet, pure temptation, Matilda.
Merely dirty sweet and of godly breed, Matilda.
Merely dirty sweet, weaken my knees, Matilda.
Feeling strange here in your land.
You drive me insane, Matilda.
You drive me insane, Matilda.
You drive me insane, Matilda.