Tiny Goddess - Nirvana

Tiny goddess wrapped in lace

That certain smile upon your face

Is telling me what’s to be

When you leave

In a room just five foot eight

I sit alone and I will wait

To hear from you if you do decide to

Don’t try to humour me

With letters I can’t read

Don’t sympathise with me

Don’t try to be discreet

Photograph that’s in my case

Will travel with me every place

Reminding me what to be for you love

Orchards smell of sweet perfume

The mountainside is now in bloom

And I am here waiting for your company

Don’t try to humour me

With letters I can’t read

The clock’s at half past three

It’s stopped to wake like me

Photograph that’s in my case

Will travel with me every place

Reminding me what to be for you love

Tiny goddess wrapped in lace

That certain smile upon your face

Is telling me what’s to be

When you leave