(Carl L Marsh)

it's are rare rare man who won't
tamper with perfection
his desire a rare woman
put natural selection in his hands
and he knows it
she's braced her life to his
and his alone
and it throws him
drawn in and wrapped around
so very tight
there's nothing he can compare to
nothing he's know before
standing on a moving floor
he feels he's right to believe but he
don't want to be hurt
hurt, dirt, desire
then who does that's nothing special
hurt, dirt, desire
he'll get down and kiss the dirt
dirt, hurt, desire
for this luxury of life he'll call hurt,
dirt and desire
she's having strange strange times
she feels herself in motion
and she rides strange magic
spells and pills and potions say
"be mine"
she hears them
he's giving her so much
and much too soon
and she fears him
even as it fills her every nigh
she knows just what is happening
now every day brings more
shaking a loose trap door
for what she will receive
she say please I
willful and afraid they keep it
under cover
willful and afraid they keep it
under cover
don't want to leave a legacy lost
and gone forever
don't want to leave a legacy lost
and gone forever
feel the heavy heartbeat
next to one another
feel the heavy heartbeat
next to one another
strip away the secrecy
celebrate the lovers
strip away the secrecy
celebrate the lovers
they hold it and believe it but they