Harmony laden lyrical acoustic rhythmic soul
Between Abstraction and Representation
You don’t know which way to stand
Is the light favorable?
Or is black now passe
I guess it’s all debatable
I’m trailing in your scent
You’re LA then New York
Ghosting like the Zephyr Train
Making sure you walk the walk
You’re caught there in between abstraction and representation
They watch you in between abstraction and representation
Though you deny you seek to impress
It’s other women for whom you get dressed
In and out of the closet you float
Strapping and weave – girdle and hose
Delaunay or Cassatt?
Hey honey bring it all back
Home . . .
I could be jealously mad
Seeing all that attention you grab
But bedroom’s night is painting your curves
And only I will get to observe
