With a strut into the room
With his hat cocked sure defiantly
He said "I’ I have heard
That you can play the way I like it to be played."
I said’ "I can play’ anyway that you want.
But first I want’ I want to know
Baby is it sweet sweet
. . . . . .
Is it real this infusion
Can it heal where others before have failed?
If so then somebody
Shake shake shake me sane
’cause I am inching ever closer
to the tip of this scorpion’s tail"
He said "I laid my weapons
down with my pistol
Fully loaded’ a hunted man
To my root’ will it end
Or begin in your cinnabar juice?"
Is it sweet sweet
. . . . . .

Is it real this infusion
Can it heal where others before have failed?
If so then somebody
Shake shake shake me sane
’cause I am inching ever closer
to the tip of this scorpion’s tail"
Love let me breathe
Breathe you in
Melt the confusion
Until there is
There is your - union
Baby is it sweet sweet
. . . . . . .
Is it real this infusion
Can it heal where others before have failed?
If so then somebody
Shake shake shake me sane
’cause I am inching ever closer
to the tip of this scorpion’s tail"