Beatenberg Beauty Like A Tightened Bow
The poem is an essay that lacked rigour
The name is a flavour on the lips
Your beauty's a finger on the trigger
Gonna let it slip
Do you wanna be famous?
Do you wanna be free?
Do you wanna be reckless?
Well come with me
Do you wanna go quickly?
Do you wanna go slow?
Well Helen you know your beauty's like a tightened bow
The city is filled with Bougainvillaea
The enemy's hiding in the ferns
Your name is a flame upon the pillar
Gonna let it burn
Do you wanna be famous?
Do you wanna be free?
Do you wanna be reckless?
Well come with me
Do you wanna go quickly?
Do you wanna go slow?
Well Helen you know your beauty's like a tightened bow
Like a tightened bow [x24]
Do you wanna be famous?
Do you wanna be free?
Do you wanna be reckless?
Well come with me
Leave a path of destruction
Wherever you go
Wherever you show your beauty like a tightened bow
