Flying without wings, beautiful things
Staring in the eyes I dream beautiful dreams
Three angels...Sickly Satan seems to attest
But the elegance is power...Sickly Satan must rest
Sweet angels with the most charming words
Flying as low as X's ego...that's as high as the birds
Angels proclaiming life through the power of verbs
With the stature of hood models...equipped with the curves
Nothing can break them, no one can separate them
They play in the air. Who can deflate them
All three with the characters of beautiful queens
Standing before me spreading their beautiful wings |