She looked
like an instant pudding
It was the cream of
the commercial increase
She tore her wardrobe
Wondering what kind of freedom
was this sudden release

She was naked

We dream of
pin-up purchase
Reveal philosophies
like instant pudding
We need her
on the blue screen
She gives us soul
to keep our minds clean

We are naked

Dona Nobis Pacem
from beginning till the end

(c) Tekst & Muziek : R.J. Stips
    Plaatnummer : BLOSSOM RECORDS