I could sing to you of your eyes Your hair of curls and cupids lies Seduce you with a scoundrel’s tongue Life’s too short, you better run Stumble as you trip from truth I’ve seen him before, that traitor youth A lying lover with a heart of fire Plucking reason from desire Clap your hands and click your fingers Another song could only linger Of love and myth and glorious fiction Tears of truth create too much friction