All the literature in the world cannot tell me what to do
In dreams, I'm alone with you
All the poetry in the world is a penance for a broken heart
Or am I just a shopping cart?
Only to avert your eyes for the loneliest surprise
Oh my love! extemporize me from the flame of velour
By dint of your assigned grace by God or man
I'm a man, I guess
But I don't wanna guess
I guess