All things being equal, her beauty was not her fault,And it was not her only advantageMidst 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.And what do they have to worry about, just privacy and painAnd the damage they've doneIs this all, can I go now, is this allIs this all, can I go now, is this all?So when you sleep do not dream, the dreams they weigh you downWhen you carry them along with youThey will wrack your lovely body, report back to your soulWith all the sickening sweets of the afternoonAs we lose the last of innocence--like some romantic notionBuried in 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 chainIs this all, can I go now, is this allIs this all, can I go now, is this all?