Bronze Radio Return - Gilded Lily

She shines and she radiates. With true glow all so honest more than she knows herself she underates. With a bell and a whistle she decorates to bring out less out something more to talk about now. Pull it in or fill it out.

It's not what she put on, it's not what she put on. And oh, little darling why did you pour more? Oh, can't you see your reflection is gold? You don't need these to shot you off. No, gilded lily, you're really more ready than not.

Crack in the mirror's split her vanity. Her voice grows, echoes, tells us she's a Jane Doe so usual and ordinary. With a brush and a polish she touches on, her skin she fills in hollow imperfections with diamonds, costumes, and gold trim.

It's not what she put on, it's not what she put on. And oh, little darling why did you pour more? Oh, can't you see your reflection is gold? You don't need these to shot you off. No, my gilded lily, you're really more ready than not.

With a bell and a whistle she decorates. Oh, little darling, don't pour more. Oh, little darling.

Oh, little darling why did you pour more? Oh, did you see your reflection is gold? You don't need these to shot you off. No, my gilded lily, you're really more ready than not.