He's warm in purple and soft anointed oils    He drifts in silence to some dark and secret place    Where he will forget your face    You pull him back again    And his beauty makes you cry    No back-street kissing booths    Or dragon brews    Have lifted him this high.       And you got a smooth body and a greedy mouth    And you travel hopeful despite your doubts    That you are only and ugly    Lying naked on the floor    Love is not supposed to be so sore.       I'm going to give you a trumpet you can blow    You'd better blow it loud and sweet that I might hear    I will not excuse your fear    And here's a stage that you can be yourself upon    No bitter critics, no dead roses, no steeping down alone.       And it's my belief that one more kick in the teeth    Is not what you need right now    And I am not an ogre and I am not like your father    I will always be around you when you need me       You're far too grateful for any love that you get shown    When will you stand up on your own?