Do we dream of a time when the heart’s free,
From the dreaded shackles of society,
As we long today for our secret randevu,
To finally do things that we shouldn’t do.
My lady, let us raise hell and enjoy the fun,
For love, before all maidens thou’st the one,
With crazed hearts there is nothing we can’t do,
So let’s lose the sanity, ‘cause I’m perfect for you.