You despise a lady friend of mine, br You grow animal-like and wild in your eyes br If I speak her name; br If I suggest I might see her some day br For a harmless and friendly cup of coffee, br Your face turns red br Like you’re fuming or about to cry. br br You’re definitely br The dangerously jealous type, br But sweetheart, that’s alright, br Your sex appeal is your violent tendency for rage br And drastic mood swings: br You might touch me more tenderly br Than the moment before a lovely orgasmic tremor, br Or you might chase me with a knife br While throwing a plate! br br There is no restraining br Your exquisitely explosive passion. br Nothing is planned or contrived, br Everything is hungrily alive; br If you slit my throat some night, br I’ll still try to kiss you br Before I die.