I don't want pieces of beauty
I flare my eyes to the world
Watching the buckets of lovers
Coming and coming and coming
Coming, coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming, coming
That's how she found me this morning
Bundled my head in her arms
Lifted my spoonful of sugar
Taking and taking and taking
Taking, taking and taking
Taking and taking
Taking and taking
Taking and taking
Taking and taking
Taking and taking
Taking and taking
Taking and taking
Taking and taking
Taking and taking
Taking and taking
Taking and taking
Taking and taking