Statues

You stand upon a plinth just like a statue in the middle of the market square

And people gather round and gaze upon your golden statuesque display

You never move a muscle and despite the hustle bustle your hypnotic stare

Doesn’t catch the eye of any people passing by each passing day

And just like Bodecia you cannot turn away

The upmost concentration to pull off this presentation doesn’t pass me by

I’m full of admiration for the kind of dedication that you show.

Whatever would posses you to put on that golden dress to stand there petrified

And how you keep your vanity when children shout profanities I’ll never know

And just like Queen Victoria you never look away

You draw me in, you draw me in

You draw me in, you draw me in

You draw me in, you draw me in

You draw me in, you draw me in

You stand there without motion when around you is commotion in the pouring rain

Lifelessly you’re posing so aware of not disclosing your dismay

Despite inclement weather you can keep it all together when you entertain

Hoping that curiosity will lead to generosity you pray

But just like cool Britannia you never walk away

You’re just statue, statue in the pouring rain.

You’re just statue, statue in the pouring rain.