Illumination
JOHN RANDALL FIELDS, WILLIE WISELY
She's not what you'd find in the magazines
Born to the ordinary world
I've had my share of the shinier things
But finery don't make this girl
Such beauty she shines on me
She doesn't turn heads with a toss of her hair
Moves in diminutive ways
Says that she feels like a brown paper bag
And can't understand why I stay
Such beauty she shines on me
So bright naked eyes can't see
Blink and you'd walk right by
Illumination
She doesn't take cues from the TV
She don't want what everyone has
She says close your eyes if you want to be free
And see all the beauty I have
Such beauty she shines on me
So bright naked eyes can't see
Blink and you'd walk right by
Illumination
Shine on
Shine on
Shine on
Illumination