Chicken wings, and diamond rings--  there's anything I'd give to you.  I'd ride a tiger, walk a wire--  wall to wall--yes, all for you.  And if you asked I'd wear an iron mask.  Oh! I'd chew glass for you.  All for you . . .  Pick a cloud, I'll fly--  I'd drink the ocean dry for you.  If love is really blind,  I'd pluck out both my eyes for you.  There's nothing I wouldn't try for you . . .  (And still you say you love me  as you pull the screens  and pump the morphine and I'll  float up like a little ball.  And maybe you think I'm not listening  as you scream and scream--  but rest assured, I hear every word!)