I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing

Done So Many Evil Things In The Name Of Love, It's A Crying Shame. I Never Did See No Fire That Could Put Out A Flame.

What Kind Of Alchemy Could Create A Perfume That Would Make A Reaction To A Person Lukewarm, Indifferent And Apathetic?if Such A Scent Could Be Made I'd Like Some.

People Tell Me It's A Sin, To Know And Feel Too Much Within.

Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Move Your Teeth. You're An Idiot Babe, It's A Wonder That You Still Know How To Breathe.