You almost had me there!
It was the batting lashes that gave you away.
Your're bold beyond repair!
And there's and absense today, of defiance,
A most awaken inclination.
And your elegant abberation...
Something's happening!
And all the rebels and devils have come to naught
To hear your sirening
And who would un ring, oh, your bell?
Defiance, a most awaken inclination
Defiance, your elegant abberation
