How Little We Know

Will my mind ever refrain
From his life’s search, though vain
For the purpose of its pursuits?
Can I ever look at a girl
Without seeing my love swirl
Swimming in her innocent eyes?
As if I disdain all things pure, I burn
And turn, turn, turn to live in disguise
Yes, I know and I know I know better
Nonetheless it’s convenience or never
The times I choose the Godly side
It’s our surgeons general warning
That all men are created horny
Oh woman, is that such a surprise?!
As contrary as the weather
Pretty beaches and sundried desert
Are he and she, thee and thou, created so
You must be then sincere
As to Arthur from Gueneviere
When quietly you did spoke:
«We're as different as…
Holy / shit.»