God Sends

Of course we can see

From the lipstick that's used

From even the wig that sits

That's all we see of you

I've done it among the many who

From paint to health

Bricka-brack fashion

Giving you the talk back

Giving you the buzz

It's called a feedback

It's fierce

It's not from above

It's fierce

Tell my friends they're all potential

They're all potential Godsends

I feel that this is me coming

You'll never meet me

Oh young and pure

An inward girl

A simple shape and mind

A no-mans land

A chosen ground

A sitting for the sign

Sashed and shorn

Hallowed be her name

Saying 'no I don't want to talk anymore'

Is the prerogative of the superstar

I say no all the time

I'm super

So are you! say no

Tell my friends they're all potential

They're all potential Godsends

I feel that this is me coming

You'll never meet me

The message clear

For weak and strong

He takes no pleasure in your pain

The face is distant death

Saying 'no I don't want to talk anymore'

Is the prerogative of the superstar

Put yourself on the line

Stay super

Say you!

Say no!

Tell my friends they're all potential

They're all potential -

-Godsends

I feel that this is me coming

Tell them they'll never meet me