"she's on my mind, she's on my mind"

the thought of it controls your time.

And at a glance your eyes,

they bow,

a curtsey of lashes at

reverence of the sight:

she's the apple of those eyes-

and it's time for your next bite.

So indulge, you beady,

envied portals-

you've got a mystery to solve,

and she's not giving in.