“La, la, la,“

Her wispy-tipped wings unfurled her body's concealment with grace, flourishing to their full length and revealing the angelic cookie underneath.

“la-la-la

The wings then began to flutter, rhythmic rise and fall mirrored the ebb and flow of a gentle tide,

“La, la-la-la, la,”

while her hands brushed again the thin brown strings of her small yellow harp.

“la-la-la”

(yes the la’s are the intro to Cupid by Fifty-fifty—lmao)