That to me would be success, my baby
That doesn't mean you have to take my clothes away
A natural beauty
Can we see this happen, in this day and age?
If there's a method, to writing a song
I know I'm a peasant
How come I'm getting it wrong?
To the love land, to the love land
If I could show you, some happiness
You really get
You make a star, seem sublime
You write the beautiful songs, baby
Somebody just turned the page
To the heart of the music
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, ba'e
C'mon, c'mon c'mon, show me
Then I would feel like a real princess
My baby
I want you to love me, one day
I see you dancing
Take my hand, yeah
You are the poetry of time
Dressed as a princess
Like I'm walking on stage
