Horoscopes

Good girl, why do you live your life reading the sky?
Can you not decide what path to choose?
Do you like doing what you're told to do?
Good girl, I can see you hide in your disguise
Beneath sugar, spice and all things nice
There's a fire fire burning that you can't stop

But the stars they say that I'll lead you astray
Forget the skies, I contemplate your eyes
I don't need to be informed of my affection
And if you need a sign, contemplate mine
I'm already off track and I'm scared to let it grow

Good girl, I think you like crossing the line
Modern decorums lay forgotten
When you grabbed hold of me
The stars they say that I'll lead you astray
But in outer space, how much do words weigh?

Forget the skies, I contemplate your eyes
I don't need to be informed of my affection
And if you need a sign, contemplate mine
I'm already off track and I'm scared to let it grow
The stars they say that I'll lead you astray
But in outer space, how much do words weigh?