I won’t pretend the smell of you doesn’t make me writhe
I won’t pretend that I don’t know your focus asks a tithe
but you are laced with something green- you’re speckled with fool’s gold
and try I might but still I find, I’ll do just as I’m told

I will play the Fool for you, I’ll be Folly’s bride
puppet strings got nothing on the stitches in my side
I will dance and I will sing and melt under your hand
you’ll have my soul and spirit at a breath of your command

and later I’ll regret it all, each and every song
with no-one but myself to blame, I knew it all along
and I’ll take time, rebuild myself, when Dignity returns
just in time to dance again while all around me burns.