I met this girl one day, beauty and the like
she was good, she was such a delight
oh I fell in love, I told her so,
and everytime I saw her i’d give her a pair of 

Sweet and slender with figure to boost
her face was a garden filled to the root
sweet and slender with gorgeous detail
kind and frail and tender and slick like the 

She knew she’d be unparalled
no rival to see her or beat her with that face
she had to go and blow it off by being naive
and trying to impress with something we can’t agree

And my friends knew what I was up to
and joked because I was against something i’m not up to
Lady and the tramp was the story to read
to remind myself of what was my deed 

Her beauty was big but her ego bigger
and when I saw her I thought she’d be different
and maybe she was, maybe she’s great
even her smell, it kind of is like the

Enrapturing, kidnapping like the rapture written-in
the lore of the lord to take us home
and maybe when we go I’d take her to a place filled with

Filled with love and sweetness,
in a secret garden where no one can see us
no remorse and no shadows
making love in the middle of the lovely, lovely

There’s no metaphor for this love
that has a hold of the man on control
or love controlling the man,
like that one thing she said, that girl called Ramona

Or when I was young and I heard a song by a band I loved
and it had a message to transfer home for me to know
and it was sung by a man by the name of Brandon

Now i’m a grown man in a grown town
in a grown village in a grown world
trying to make my way to the top
trying to find my man, Brandon

Recalling the story of the woman in trance
that had my mind filled to the distance
to the corners so distant with a poison virus
telling me to giver her a buncha pair of

 It slipped how easy it was for me to fall
into a game where I gave up my throne
and she was my all and I had none
and my goal was to give her the best of, best of

With a heart of gold and a face so pale
her second hand dress and lips so tempting
her body and glory and kisses so holy
towards the place where we could both be wholy 

In my house or her place or a mutual gaze
we both found refugee in the other’s self
one and one made two but we were three
it seems there was some mysterious wanna-be

Or maybe I was the dark king of evil
unbeknown to my full ego
either way I didn’t know, but I was sure
Lennon, Ringo and McCartney knew this through

One and one and one and three
gotta be good looking, being so hard to be
the words where exact, the acts, not exact
and suddenly I lost myself in the act

Hence losing the girl,
the girl went with the boy
and now i’m lonely like Akon and Big Boi
 either way my mind keeps calling
calling me to give her, give her, give her

But she’s nowhere to be found,
and I know i’m now a hound
trying to bury a bone I want to play with
My mind is urging and I am hurrying
Someone please, someone please call Brandon

To give me a hand
to understand the matters at hand
my friends say i’m right
my real friends say i’m wrong
and I still have the urge to give her the best of the

She hasn’t spoken, I haven’t talked
and we both have layed to the other a word
but it’s alright, it’s a fight
I just hope that we don’t have to break the 

A crucial point in the middle of the story
now i’m meditating in the sea of sporting
this is not a problem, not one to worry
but I miss her, yeah I miss my beautiful

I said I miss my beautiful …

My beautiful …

Someone please call Brandon …

Someone please call … 

I can’t seem to put a name to the vintage/victorian/fantasy type of imagery I seem to love. For example: This.

Anybody know a name?