Chicken wings, and diamond rings--there's anything I'd give to you. I'd
ride a tiger, walk a wire--wall to wall--yes, all for you. And if you asked
I'd wear an iron mask. Oh! I'd chew glass for you. All for you . . .
Pick a cloud, I'll fly--I'd drink the ocean dry for you. If love is really
blind, I'd pluck out both my eyes for you. There's nothing I wouldn't try
for you . . .
(And still you say you love me as you pull the screens and pump the morphine
and I'll float up like a little ball.
And maybe you think I'm not listening as you scream and scream--but
rest assured, I hear every word!)