You scintillate me, make my eyes sparkle
You pluck cleanout all peacock feathers
Till I'm stripped of self-vanity, patriarchal
No longer reckless, I too must follow you.
You scintillate me, but you're not the least-
Matriarchal, I guess I've fallen fast
I'm like those lost items in your bag clasped
Oh, diamante baby, you're unsurpassed.
You scintillate me you're a fairy tale
I hope I live up to expectations and don't fail.
You've got miraculous healing powers
And for me, you are my Holy Grail.
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