She wants you to believe that she is it
She'll point you to the moon and send you there
Against your every wish, no time to spare
A scream, is all you need but you don't dare
The time to bust a fantasy is there
She'll lead you by the hand and show you where
Cause people will be dying to believe
That you can draw a circle in the air
And feeble is the mind that thinks you care
And turns your every mind that thinks you care
And turns your every whim to an ideal
And if, every time you come we pull a chair
Hanging on your words in frozen air
You won't have a melody to spare
Cause we will tire at the language of your speech
Will make you lose your time and lose your beat
Will pull the rug from under your feet
Don't let Aphrodite come near me
You'll be an old man when she's through
Tear her looks apart
Before the whole world appeals to you
And if you should think we're rude
we'd like to say we're glad
And if our manners frighten you
we'd like to say we're glad
And when our muddy children stain your white skin
We'd like to say we're glad
Don't let her eyes outshine
The drive to turn your soul anew
Cause people will be dancing at her feet
Begging for a fantasy to share
Don't let her hide the rust and bone
Or pull the wool of dreams over your eyes