Fools rush in where wise men never go. So since I'm no fool, linger in the
Shadows of caution and starve, while the dinner table of love passes on
By.Far beyond the lights of my hidden desire. Fools rush in, so here I am
Like a lamb, thinking of giving myself away. And I can't help but wonder
If in the future, I'll be a lamb chop slain by her sweetness