I thought I was done

Before I saw the yellow light

A beautiful brilliance

And intoxicating fragrance

There she’s, near the window

Colourful and elegant

She’s no ordinary

She’s goddess of beauty

What’s going on!

The boy got caught, red-handed

I won’t say nothing

For I am tiered of ordinary

Miles to go before you can reach

For I am no ordinary

You’re goddess I know

And you like my rituals

Not yet, for I am goddess

But I grant three wishes

Ask me when I come next

Will come, for you’re the favourite.