Though the soul must convey Some more tears to delete He is there to your d**h Burning as alcohol Must so live, flower of love So's psyche in staged Dialectics Sneaking out, suitcase shown Lover must have a man To quiz of making man This joy, pain on her heart Smooth things frame till sugared Midnight he'll sing blue Cuz he's silly What woman can sing Without loving the primitive heart Heart, heart Loving the primitive heart Strain, strain Clouding yourself by seeing strain