girl inform me all my senses warn me   your clever eyes could easily disguise   some backwards purpose   it's enough to make me nervous.   do you harbor sighs, or spit in my eye      but your lips when we speak   are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire.   so let me walk these coals till you believe   i can cut the mustard well enough   cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize      unknown quotients, you must be using potions   how else could you tie my head to the sky   this new convection has left no wondering why   i can't concern myself with ordinary tripe.      like what's this morning's paper got to say   and which brand of coffee to make   this is no umbrella to take into the wind   and before we begin is there nothing to kill this anxiety.      but your lips when we speak   are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire.   so let me walk these coals till you believe   i can cut the mustard well enough   cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize   the paint away.