Wild heart is not a scandal
While ladies presume to fly us
We choose to follow thus
With some little caution without pause
Till we make a heaven of hell
Girls lack the courage to woo
Yet claim to wanting the real you
Many thought all you want is the do
Mine is to die in the arms I love so well
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