Decided to sneak off away from your stomach    And try your pulse   They captured what seemed all unknowing   And candid but they suspected it    Was false      She’s playful,    The boring would warn you   Be careful of her brigade   In order to tame this relentless marauder   Move away from the parade   She was walking on the tables   In the glasshouse,   Endearingly bedraggled in the wind,   Subtle in her method of seduction,   Twenty little tragedies begin      And she would throw her feather-boa in the road,   If she thought that it would set the scene,   Unfittingly dipped into your companions   Enlightened them to make you seeth      There’s affection to rent,   The age of the understatement   Before the attraction ferments   Kiss me properly and pull me apart      My fingers scratch at my hair before my mind    Can get too reckless   The idea of seeing you here is enough to make    The sweat go cold