Does it diminish your
Super-capacity to love
Walk like a matador,
Don't be chicken-shit
And turn breezes into rivulets
Flamenco-sweep the air
And weave the sun
And stamp your feet for everyone
Does it exhibit your
Natural tendency to hate
Maybe a prostitute
Could teach you
How to take a compliment
Maybe i'll go to new york,
I'll drag you there
You said, "no one drags me
Anywhere"
Does it diminish your
Super-capacity to love