The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me   Then I'd know the force with which she adored me   The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares   When I wake up in screams, that's how I know that I really care      I must await the swing of the scorpion's tail   All my impatient advances come to no avail   Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing   Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings      Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind   I'm so tired of being wasted, just chasing the same old thing   I want to get hit by a big thing, come take me, change me      I must await the swing of the scorpion's tail   All my impatient advances come to no avail   Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing   Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings