Miss Impossible
she can see about four satellitesevery minute of the hourand find a four leaf cloverwhere you never saw a flowershe's habitually paradoxical a parallel perpendicular
barefoot in nightgownsthat's how she dances in the rainsundown to sundown,like she was wash away her pain oh yeah
as she is beatiful, she's unpredictabledamned irresistible, is it plausible to hate hershe is my common sense, revolves on decadencebut what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her
she can really be a handfullike the brownes that she bakes youit can be a tad hysterical,but never quite the breakthroughshe's some kind of an epitome, the sea of intranquillity
in flimsy nightgowns,barefoot she dances in the rainsundown to sundown,like she was wash away her pain
as she is beatiful, she's unpredictabledamned irresistible, is it plausible to hate hershe is my common sense, revolves on decadencebut what's the difference, it's an impossible debate