Out of Boredom

When you are out of boredom Your lips are sweet and warm, You are my lass on bottom of life; you're in good form. I know that you are hiding the tremor of your heart, Are you in love? You're finding your great lie for my part. Sweet angel of my passion, The idol of my tears, I look for your deception in throat of night in fear. And you fell down like wonder like star from wounded sky, Your embrace is like thunder, Oh, you will have to lie. You're child of the caprice You're pain of morbid soul, Surprise me, you are faceless for me, give me a call. Again you're out of boredom And you are in good form, You're lass of mine on bottom, Your lying lips are warm.