God Sends

Of course we can see
 From the lipstick that's used
 From even the wig that sits
 That's all we see of you
 I've done it among the many who
 From paint to health
 Bricka-brack fashion
 Giving you the talk back
 Giving you the buzz
 It's called a feedback
 It's fierce
 It's not from above
 It's fierce
 Tell my friends, they're all potential
 They're all potential godsends
 I feel that this is me coming
 You'll never meet me
 Oh young and pure
 An inward girl
 A simple shape and mind
 A no mans land
 A chosen ground
 A sitting for the sign
 Sashed and shorn
 Hallowed be her name
 Saying, "No, I don't want to talk anymore"
 Is the prerogative of the superstar
 I say no all the time
 I'm super, so are you, say no
 Tell my friends they're all potential
 They're all potential godsends
 I feel that this is me coming
 You'll never meet me
 The message clear
 For weak and strong
 He takes no pleasure in your pain
 The face is distant death
 Saying, "No, I don't want to talk anymore"
 Is the prerogative of the superstar
 Put yourself on the line
 Stay super, say you, say no
 Tell my friends they're all potential
 They're all potential godsends
 I feel that this is me coming
 Tell them they'll never meet me