No hairspray helen

Denim nubick love,
steel the screenrights to my spine,
I'll sing the soundtrack of the spurned.
'till my denim nubuck love,
envelopes your curves.

No hairspray helen,
my song holds the cries
of this denim-N love,
(with peripheral lies).
Limbs coated in pollen,
you float on the eyes
of this denim-nubuck lover
who wears white canvas...