Lyrics

Special Someone

Lining both her lips and eyes
Trying to augment
Coral pink press-on nails
Black lace riding doughy folds
Swollen ankles in high heels
Eau de something that conceals
The truth about her scent

She tightropes across her canyon of desire
To see if she can reach the other side
She hears a fanfare in her head
Which means she must have reached the ledge
Cause trumpets only sound for those who've won

Sure to have a drink in hand
She likes the party loud
Laughs hard at the joking fools
Never argues as a rule
Always seeming in the loop
Navigates from group to group
She surrenders to the crowd

She tightropes across her canyon of desire
To see if she can reach the other side
She hears a fanfare in her head
Which means she must have reached the ledge
Cause trumpets only sound for those who've won

She wants to be someone special
And she'd give her brightest golden ring
if only she could find out
just how to hook them in

She bats her eyes at every man
Trolls for love each hour
Brushes them with her behind
Bursting cleavage by design
Licks her lips to make them shine
Shows she's always good and primed
Her body is her power

She tightropes across her canyon of desire
To see if she can reach the other side
She hears a fanfare in her head
Which means she must have reached the ledge
Cause trumpets only sound for those who've won