That's Alright

Tell her
Sexy honest
That you want to see her naked
Tell her the part involving beauty

Let her know you have few things left to lose
Tell her it doesn't involve sympathy
But it might, most things allowed
Let her see your honesty as your best thing
Two tiny galaxies of cells, uniting
Crossing through each others membranes
Looking like an eclipse
A zillion eclipses, over and over
A universe wears down
The constant erosion, but no
New things are born, and die
But we as a species go on
Us accidents, us lucky lucky bastards

Tell her
Sexy honest
That you want to see her naked
Tell her the part involving beauty