When a baby babbles like a brook
All they are is nature.
When a girl surrenders all she took
All that is is danger.

Lipstick stains become tattoos
And a dance for two becomes a seizure.
Relationships become canoes
And a heart two share becomes much stranger.

Oh, you and I, no such thing,
But that's ok, my love.
I haven't seen what life may bring,
But death is more the gentle dove.