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More than four hours since we started, can't take another night like this
You'd think by now we would have discarded courting games and dirty tricks
Are you scared being made a fool of ?, your winding ways suggest the truth
Daren't you risk being made a fool of ?, clinging to the rituals
And all these shallow things you ask me, by chance extracted out of lists ?
We want the pleasure of our bodies
Why must we go through all of this ?
Your closet questions are the oddest, like some trainee analyst
I've thought of better things to chew on while you make believe our bodies don't exist
Maybe you see us as a contest ?, the winner tells the biggest lies
I see you see us as a contest and guess who's referee and prize ?
Bothered by some tribal view
Dare you risk being made a fool of now your numb with dope and booze ?
So sad, let's dance, the best we can
It's gone five hours since we started, won't last another night like this
I'd hoped we'd have disregarded protocol and artifice
Still afraid being made a fool of, scared to death by our mystique
We want the pleasure of our bodies
Why must we crawl through all of this ?
She sits alone waiting for suggestions, he's so nervous avoiding all the questions His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding Don't you just know, exactly what they're thinking ?
If you want my heart and body, come on let me know If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, come on tell me so
He's acting shy, looking for an answer, come on let's spend the night together His heart's beating like a drum, because at last he's got this girl home Relax baby, now we're all alone
Come on angel my heart's on fire, don't deny our desire Spread your wings and let me come inside, just let your inhibitions run wild The secret is about to unfold, upstairs before the night is too old Because tonight's the night, it's gonna be alright
They wake at dawn as all the birds are singing Two total strangers, but that ain't what they're thinking Outside it's cold, it's misty and it's raining They've got each other, neither one's complaining
At first glance the following may seem to suggest i'm saying two people can't love each other exclusively. This is not the case. I'm merely pointing out that we are capable of loving more than one person. It is only social conditioning that dictates otherwise. After all, on the whole most people feel equal love for both their parents.
As for marriage, surely if a couple stay together in the absence of legal binds, It is proof of their genuine love. You only have to take into account the staggering divorce statistics and spousal battery and abuse. To see that marriage in the majority of cases is not working or is a sham. How many people have spent their lives having fought till death us do part, usually in the presence of children ?.
It's escapism of a feeble kind A messed up institution for messed up minds Holy matrimony is a blissful myth Wholly based on tradition, wholly based on illusion Think you love each other ?, think you're so in touch ? But it's the institution you love so much Is your caring so stifled, so perverted and sick ? That it needs vows and duties so that it won't slip ? You make your 'love' secure, but what of respect ? Does it only exist as another truth to forget ? So, your limited caring is the best you can give Smeared with lies and traditions behind which you live
The true romance is the ideal oppression That you seek, you dream of, that you look for in the streets That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops And the music spins you round looking for the props
The silken robe, the perfect little ring That gives you the illusion when it doesn't mean a thing Step outside into the street and staring from the wall Is perfection of the happiness that makes you feel so small
Romance, do you dance ?, do you fit the right description? Do you love me ?, do you love me ?, do you want me for your own ? Say you love me, say you love me, say you know that i'm the one Tell me i'm your everything, let us build a home We can build a house for two with little ones to follow Proof of our normality that justifies tomorrow We can leave the world behind and make it just for two
Love don't make the world go round it holds it right in place Keeps us thinking love's too pure to see another face Love's another skin-trap, another social weapon Another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon Love's another sterile gift, another trash condition That keeps us seeking just the one and others not existing
Woman is a holy myth, a gift of man's expression She's sweet, defenceless, golden-eyed, a gift of god's repression If we didn't have these codes for love, of tokens and positions We'd find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possesion
It's a natural, it's a romance without the power and the greed We can fight to lift the cover if you want to sow the seed Do you love me ?, do you ?, do you ?, don't you see they aim to smother ? The actual possibilities of loving all the others
Set in little pockets of isolation There's other ways of living than in supergloo pairs
She cleans the bathroom mirror so she can line her eyes An expert in delusion, an artist in disguise She's not content with what she is but she does the best she can She doesn't do it for herself, she does it for her man
She switches on the telly, it makes her feel secure Helps confirm her way of life, who needs to ask for more She sees the happy family, wife and hubby on the screen The perfect social unit, just like it's always been
She's done the very best she can to love and honour and obey her man And if she should ever doubt the wisdom of her choice She can turn to television for it's moderating voice The ads and weekly series are the proof she needs That a life of boredom outweighs the deeds
A whitewash on reality to hide the truth they lack
The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating To be owned, to be cherished, to be taken for the naming
The public are shocked by the state of society But as for you, you're a breath of purity Well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes You can pack them away with the rest of your lies
Your painted mask of ugly perfection The ring on your finger, the sign of protection Is the rape on page three, is the soldiers obsession How well you've been taught to support your oppression
They say forget yourself, adorn with this disguise Is your reflection all that you will recognize ? That cruel lie will stare you in the face Wrapped up in haze and flow of bridal gown
One husband, one wife, sordid sequences in brilliant life Supports and props and punctuation to our flowing realities and realisations We're talking with words that have been used before To set out the rules of this ludricous game And it's played very carefully, a delicate balance
Your bondages of silky robes and lace Are the layers of precious imitation worn
What vision is left and is anyone asking ? She's a berketex bride, briBe.