After she gets dressed
Thinks she's Brigitte Bardot, she says
San Domenico bound
Walks on only the fertile ground
I really hope so
I really don't know
You're a shadow, oh no
And do you see this
Talking like Jesus
Sunshine zenith, oh no
Cynthia, you wildflower of radiance
Insatiable
Oh Cynthia, do you believe,
Cause I believe
In Cynthia
Holding back the thought
Are you living, or are you not
Roman candles and wine
So celestial and so divine
Oh Cynthia, you gamma ray of gravity
Unstoppable
So sing to me
In Japanese
You symphony, oh Cynthia
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh Cynthia, you deviant, you labyrinth
You philosophe
Oh Cynthia, do you believe
Cause I believe
In Cynthia
Whoa, whoa, whoa