I take you by the hand,
Let's go and learn some new amends,
Let's lock ourselves in a tiny chamber,
I trust, you won't force me into danger,
Please stay calm, back to the wall,
While I remove your rags,
We won't need them at all,
I inspect all your members,
So petite and slender,
Please do so to me, as well,
And hand me the keys, keys to your soul,
I adore your sugary silence,
But your eyes are not calm and your lips,
They seek guidance,
Am I not taking care of you,
Both somewhat uneasy all the way through,
And why, oh girl, are you becoming so dewy,
Shall we end this now, in a hurry,
Before you go, just drop your wrath,
Cause love plus hate is an easy math,
Just hold my hand, one last short time,
As suffering, it's an old hobby of mine.