The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me

Then I'd know the force with which she adored me

The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares

When I wake up in screams, that's how I know that I really care



I must await the swing of the scorpion's tail

All my impatient advances come to no avail

Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing

Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings



Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind

I'm so tired of being wasted, just chasing the same old thing

I want to get hit by a big thing, come take me, change me



I must await the swing of the scorpion's tail

All my impatient advances come to no avail

Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing

Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings