A given that the heart will pine
And will try yet to define
The wants entwining
Its frail trade
Does the effort serve to guide
Or rather as a blockade?
My heart hath stumbled so when bade
To call a spade as a spade
Given the flesh agreeing
Free of an end preceding
The beauty stark and fleeting
Don't want to, don't want to yeah
And given to wish to divine
The wants' fulfillment in a sign
From one combining
Escapades
Must that impulse but decide
The course my heart will pervade?
And I put forth that I'm afraid
Afraid to share a love in spades
Given the flesh agreeing
The iris incandescing
The shoulders slowly squaring
Don't want to, don't want to
The neck atilt and craning
The eyelids so fluttering
The beauty stark and teeming
Don't want to give it meaning
Don't want to, don't want to
Don't want to give it meaning
Don't want to, don't want to
Don't want to, don't want to
Don't want to, don't want to
Don't want to, don't want to
Don't want to, don't want to
Lest my heart again ever persuades
Don't want to, don't want to
That my wants again never be staid
Don't want to, don't want to
Don't want to make a heart a spade