I am her lately, baby I seduce myself
No one to please but the girl I wanna be
I am her lately, baby I seduce myself
Flawed but sacred, her softness the most powerful
Her aura glows cause from within she's free
She's all the magic she dreams to be
Born from of Rose petals, stars, and honey
She decorates her temple delicately
She's out of control
Writing herself its poetry
Can I be her by day
Can I be her by night
She's her muse so honestly
Her existence its art
Can I be her by day
Can I be her by night
The woman is power, her religion is she
Knowing her body is the greatest intimacy
Intuitively she's wild and free
Moon made she speaks in melody
I am her lately, baby I seduce myself
No one to please but the girl I wanna be
She's out of control
Writing herself its poetry
Can I be her by day
Can I be her by night
She's her muse so honestly
Her existence its art
Can I be her by day
Can I be her by night
Romanticizing her life, simplicity
Her beauty is authenticity
Giving the universe full control
She dances with her soul
Her flame is one no man can tame
Her madness keeps her sane
Being a girl keeps her healing through the pain
She's out of control
Writing herself its poetry
Can I be her
She's her muse so honestly
Her existence its art
Can I be her