I thought you were ******,
But you taste like *******.
The way you make my heart beat,
And my tears fall like rain.

I thought you'd be the flower,
I'd pick and you'd be mine.
But I got lost somewhere between,
Jealousy and fine.

Sadly it'll never happen,
You'll never share my bed,
So I'll just have to load this needle,
In the place where you could rest your head.