All things being equal,

Her beauty was not her fault

And it was not her only advantage

Midst the feast and the novelty-

The manliness of his charms...

So was it really such a shock,

So much history in a kiss,

Besides, they both knew it was over

What do they have to worry about,

just privacy and pain

And the damage they've done



Is this all?

Can I go now?

Is this all?



So when you sleep do not dream

The dreams they weigh you down

When you carry them along with you

They will wrack your lovely body

Report back to your soul

All the sickening sweets of the afternoon

As we lose the last of innocence

Like some romantic notion

Buried by the fashion of disdain

You can make the world your apple

But take a bite before it sours

Or you can make the world your charm or your chain



Is this all?

Can I go now?

Is this all?