She imposed her last wish, the Iron & Wine song be played in her funeral
As her lifeless form be adorned with gold, flowers and fragrances
She imposed her wish, it be as lively as an Irish Wake
With champagnes to follow the elegant elves and tap-dancing
She looks marvelous, and she playfully teases the earthly sentiments
As she’s now on an angel’s wings, towards the Lord
Beautiful as a bride
Sarcastic Existence 