To ignore external attraction,
But you approached and then induced me,
In convivial spirits, loosed me.
Lead me in, lead me in, lead me in.
You'd bat your eyelashes with your stare
And wax histrionic here and there...
So I'd smile at your esteemed forte,
And watch apprehension fade away.
Lead me in, lead me in, lead me in.
I saw someone so unusual,
So bright, so devout, so casual,
This blithe behavior made its debut,
I could do nothing but think of you.
Stir the muse, stir the muse, stir the muse.
I felt pressed to act on this, my dear,
"My bliss and nervousness must be clear"...
Are you enamored? Your mien was proof,
Slightly passive-aggressive, aloof.
Stir the muse, stir the muse, stir the muse.
Your unconcerned looks, written in black,
Can't love someone that won't love you back,
The state of which there is no tonic,
My dear, please call my name, I'm lovesick.
Make it well, make it well, make it well.
Invite me, my dear, to your grand ball,
Your flamboyance on display for all…
Should I think your invite is gracious,
Charismatic, or ostentatious?
Wear it white, wear it white, wear it white.
I allowed myself to be subdued,
I surmised a boon has been valued,
Seems only then that you reach for me,
Why coax my feelings purposefully?
Wear it white, wear it white, wear it white.
Compete, my dear, for your attention?
With pleasure, I will spite affection,
I will take my rage and serve retort,
To box is just as savage a sport.
Make it bleed, make it bleed, make it bleed.
I agitate wounds, satisfaction,
Perhaps a lust for your reaction,
My fingers are tearing at the chords,
At last, my stone heart fractures and pours.
Make it bleed, make it bleed, make it bleed.
