He is made of %#@!
Wants not a glimpse of the sun
Wondering my pretty

Hides in his lover's cunt

So he says to (me)

You gotta' give up (your beliefs)
I have seen men (fall)
Worth more than you'll ever be

Don't you see what I mean
Your mind could never conceive
The knowledge that I possess

To share at my will

He is made of %#@!

Wants not a glimpse of the sun
Wondering my pretty
Hides in his lover's cunt


Oh my precious thing
You stand out but no one can see

Bitter hollow soul
Pity the kingdomless king