God's work is planned
I stand here with a man 
That talked to me so candidly, more than I choose

My lips once rouged
I feel again the blues 
Of longing, ever longing to be confused

He wrote me a letter
Saying he would love me better
When my poor sons begetter the rules

Spoke of love like hunger
He at once was younger
Younger, ever younger in my hunger for a muse

Finest man that I've seen 
Ever since my eyes have been
But his honesty did gleam me blind

Keep those thoughts from sight
Follow me into the night
And you can call on me when you need the light

You know what I need
Why won't you give it me?
Must I fall down at your feet and plead?

Don't you be scared of me
I'm nothing but the beast
And I'll call on you when I need to feast