Poets Of The Fall - Miss Impossible lyrics

She can see about four satellites every minute of the hour

And find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower

She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular

Barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain

Sundown to sundown, like she was washing 'way her pain

As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable

Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her

She is my common sense, revels on decadence

But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her

She can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you

It can be a tad hysterical, but never quite the breakthrough

She's some kind of an epitome, the sea of intranquility

In flimsy nightgowns, barefoot she dances in the rain

Sundown to sundown, like she was washing 'way her pain

As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable

Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her

She is my common sense, revels on decadence

But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate