Lyrics

Homage to my wife - the one with the voice.

Her open beauty needs no guile to catch her prey
She has no need to ration smile or sunny day
Disciples flock towards her just because they know
Transfixed by her example, basking in her glow

Panic over trouble
Feeling sad and low
She is there to help
She will always know

Her claws remain retracted even though they’re there
Her wit is seldom acid in spite of being rare

Panic over trouble
Feeling sad and low
She is there to help
She will always know

Her feet are on the ground, she jumps in first with zeal
Her flaws are just enough to make her real