Here’s part two of my Lovely Eggs lyrics rewrite…

 

I’m a storm inside a cracked teacup

I’m a word no-one’s ever looked up

I’m a washer on a spin cycle

I’m a puppy whose name is Michael

 

I’m the gold inside an old man’s tooth

I’m a lie who likes to tell the truth

I’m a feather in an old pillow

I’m the lighting for your dark stageshow.