Was it never more than lust
Looking back at all the fuss?!
Let me white-out 'love' from my biography
And write out 'lust' on that paper's scab.

And when I think back on those romantic notions,
It's clear that all those loving feelings I thought I had
Were triggered by lotions and potions
Perfumes, cocktails and blind devotions.

But now, with the benefit of hindsight,
I see the cheap trick youth plays on the mind;
Naivety conspires with shallowness,
And confuses lust with love!