I'll be whoever you like.
I ain't got no name,
But they call me stranger by the moonlight.
What I like?
It don't make no nevermind.
Because love ain't at first sight,
It's when our destinies first coalesce and collide.
And we paradigm shift to a metaphysical Course that effects your contorted, distorted, lies on affection.
So say baby,
might I interject?
Cus I can lay your lies on a precipice, effortless
Seeing as the truth may not always be at the height it's meant to be,
but it's erect.
Na, na baby,
this ain't a game.
Fuck your heart ache,
your hollowed heart ain't worried bout you.
Cus right now, in this moment,
I'm you client, defiant of compliance to the smooth rhythm grooves that moves you to walk away lead astray just cus of a past passion.
What fashion of a facade is this,
Baby, ain't you got five dollars worth of sense?
Or is your name plight?
Sister to the daunting task of forgiveness,
daughter to tainted, stained, Ordained to morose.
Like I said,
Black mother of the earth,
She aint give me no name.
But they call me stranger by the moonlight .
And I'll be whoever you like.
Cus love ain't at first sight,
It's when we meet and I first romance your mind in your daydream.
Ripping your frown from its seems.
dipping your reality in purpose
until my intentions surface.