Richest Woman in the World

You think there’s always strength to tell
The organ cannot remove
They will be dishing notes
And they’ll die someday
They may not rise for auction
They will not rise for audition
For a finding they couldn’t be
Shouldn’t call enough be enough
For you and your eminent
It’s about your judgement
And the patterns scoring our auction
And you sing something to fear not
No guilt from pleasure, guilty pleasures
How dear the answer will count the weather
I’m not playing games, Rehana
Shrouded out against my strings
So I was thinking of calling
The richest woman in the world
One butterfly drowned, a black remains song
In a hand full of dust
That pulls back its trying
Using the words like «cherished»
And «banished»
And «cabinet»
Is it so strange to you?
Well I was thinking of frowning
The police in daring nation
The crown raid is something
So descript as few
And you’re mahogany and I’m your friend
And barrels
And politics
And perish
And the ground rose will vanish
And hurt less
And carrots and and barbells
And start up electricity