Sometimes you're dressed in Castillian vogue   Other times you speak with a false Scottish brogue   Ruthless, relentless, pursuing your defenseless quarry   Now you say you've been following me through my lives and deaths   From the very first tears, to the last fading breaths   You clean up the mess, you say "I must confess," you say   "I'm sorry"      Some say they've seen you outside of my door   During dark rainy nights when the light is so poor   Maybe they're mistaken or maybe you were just faking evidence   They think you're a man with the body of a libertine   Skin that's so white, clean daylight has never seen   I wonder if you're punishment, or prison, or just providence      You say "Why, why, why   Why, why, why   Why, why, why don't you love me?"      How you danced with the outlaws in the old wild west   Carried a derringer under your vest   I know with a sneer, you claim to have been Guinevere   But I am not Lancelot, I was never King Arthur   I say once again, I'm not the man that you're after   That was a different man - he ain't been here      You say "Why, why, why   Why, why, why   Why, why, why, don't you love me?"      You were there in Florence as I painted the ceiling   On that old riverboat, saw the hands I was dealing   Were you there the night I discovered LSD?   You held my hand through the Straits of Magellan   At the medicine show, snake oil you were sellin'   Wasn't that you? Wasn't that me?      You say "Why, why, why   Why, why, why   Why, why, why, don't you love me?"      On the brink of the moon, at the foot of the Andes   The mouth of the river as we washed in the Ganges   Pulled the arrow out my eye at Hastings      You washed my brow as I lay in a fever   You were the fulcrum, I was the lever   I'm not a believer, it's just all your time you are wasting      You were a prisoner in a tower, a damsel in distress   Love hold us in thrall, my eternal mistress   You've been my wife, my lover, my sister, my mother, my maid   My partner, my consort, my bit on the side   My darling, my sweetheart, my hope and my pride   And all because of some stupid lyrics on 'The Blurred Crusade'      You say "Why, why, why   Why, why, why   Why, why, why don't you love me?"