Python

My crown as a girl was a shining braid I weaved into a python I heard that a life was an empty page That men will want to write on Right on, right on But I got a pearl and a nascent flame And a box for those old idioms I push my hand into the window pane Pull the drapes around a dark room of my own Through the glass, there stretched a lovely plane But who was I to glide across? And even when I was alone I thought I'd better to keep a light on But I got a pearl and a nascent flame And the box for those old idioms I push my hand into a window pane Pull the drapes around a dark room of my own My crown as a girl was a shining braid I weaved into a python I got my finger to an empty page That's the page I yearn to write on Right on, right on