You and I don't treat each other the way we did a month ago-Could it be that someone's in your head?Looking into your eyes, I can tell you don't see paradise anymore.You usually call me baby and always talkin bout how I'm yo special lady.Lately Though - you haven't.You've been messing around. And the way you say you love me. It now sounds shaky.I know there's three of us.So hold me one last time- because I'm letting you go.
Could it be that you were beside meSo you could flee?I did no wrong towards youSo why, carry me on through?Another show you took pleasure in,but eventually you had to throw in the bin.
Fire I wasAnd gasoline you were-By myself I was already destruction,With you added, I was chaos.The warning I was told, I should have heeded- a little taste is that I desired. A taste I received, along with- too much mystery.Games were here and there. Chases that kept me in left me out of breath. Desperate was I to keep you in.Fire and gasoline. Oh the trouble you could bring. Baby, you were supposed to be energy, yet you ruined me.
Jolt of market-carts ;Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ;A black sky lacquered over with blueness,And the lights of Battersea BridgePricking pale in the dawn.The beautiful hours are passingAnd still you sleep !Tired heart of my joy.Incurved upon your dreams.Will the day come before you have opened to me ?
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.Why should we defer our joys?Fame and rumour are but toys.Cannot we delude the eyesOf a few poor household spies?Or his easier ears beguile,So removed by our wile?'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;But the sweet theft to reveal,