To have sweet honey dew,
To have soft recollections in quiet vibrations of air,
To have an unmistakable fortress of solitude,
The precious quality of four carat diamond,
Encapsulating the fragile soul of a gentleman,
What I must be to encounter such a gem.
What a gem I must be...

With a grinding stone, my weapons sharpen
By letting my lips cut the air to pieces 'till they bleed,
I've learned to soften the blow
Spring waters bring forth a fountain of youth much sweeter than honey dew.

I recognize,
It takes a diamond to know one.
So I take this journey to become four carat,
For the diamond man I'm looking for.
To be his diamond lady.