Collected Copyright © 2003 Maureen Kelly Verse 1 The blinds been drawn on your eyes for years A fiction painted beneath your lids In one dimension your look connects Willful suspension makes her the next Chorus And she’s pretty, unprotected Between the lines read, unperfected Don’t think she wants to, push comes to should In the mood… to be collected Verse 2 You sense the lack of confidence Outcome decided, no real suspense A game one sided, but you don’t feel small Picture this conquest displayed on your wall Chorus And she’s pretty, unprotected Between the lines read, unperfected Don’t think she wants to, push comes to should In the mood… to be collected Bridge The mirror, her mission in magazines She’s here, she’s listening That’s all you need Chorus X 2