Tekster: Verve Pipe. Her Ornament.

Never really meant to volunteer
Felt the urge to stretch after a yawn
And incidentally raised my hand
I just want to be her special
Someone who will never pioneer

I prefer to watch the mud
Break off her heels and turn into cement
I just want to be her ornament
Her shadow seems much cooler

Camouflage myself and plan a splendid entrance
I just want to be her situation pending expectation
I just want to be her ornament
Never really meant to volunteer

I fought the urge to stretch after a yawn
And accidentally lost my head
I just want to be her exploitation and abbreviation
I just want to be her ornament