NAKED....

HOW DO I STAND HERE NAKED WITHOUT BEING TOTALLY EXPLOITED,
BARING MY SOUL TO THE WORLD BUT CLOSED EYES ONLY SEE WHAT'S DISTORTED...
ILLUSIONS SEEM DELUSIONAL CAUSE INTERPRETATION HAS IT'S FLAWS,
SO WHY DO DOVES CRY THE HARDEST WHEN THEY'RE BEAUTY IS RELEASED FOR SO MANY DIFFERENT CAUSE...
THIS AIN'T THE COLOR PURPLE BUT I CRY "VIOLET RAIN",
LEAVING PURPLE TEAR DROPS THAT ENUNCIATE EACH SYLLABLE OF MY NAME...
I BEEN ABOVE & BEYOND THE VEIL WHEN I WAS BUILDING BRICK MANSIONS,
SAT IN THE OPERA BOX WHILE PANTOMIMING WITH MY FAVORITE PHANTOM...
I SAT THERE EMBRACING EVERY WORD & DETAIL WHILE SLOWLY DISROBING, BECOMING EXPOSED TO HIS TELEPATHY NAKED OUT HERE IN THE OPEN...
WITH ONLY HANDS SHIELDING MY NAKEDNESS FOR WHICH HE ALREADY SEEN,
BUT EVEN WITH THE MOST SEXUAL OF MENTAL THOUGHTS A DIRTY MIND STILL STAYS CLEAN...
I GUESS THESE UNCHAINED MELODIES GOT ME SPITTING IN A SMOOTH SOPRANO LIKE TONE,
GOT ME HARMONIZING ONCE AGAIN GOING DEEPER THAN NINA SIMONE...

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