Sentimental tenors sang a zinger for a winner he’s a singer so we gave it a go
In the autumn I’m a bottom in the summer I’m a top but in the winter, oh I don’t even know
Yet he and I made love within la primavera; estaba acosta’o en una escalera
We were on a factory line, or in a diamond mine, or we worked in the halls of a friend of mine
But I caught them in the act, so I sent him to the back, of the line, in the courtroom in my mind
And in these passions' throes he says he loves me kindly
And I forgive him so, ‘cause I just love so blindly

Like the stars, ever bright, in the wrong, in the right,
In these fits, mad delights, we just burn through our nights
Yet we rage on, rage on against the day!

You have a problem with who I am? Motherfucker tell me who I am, like I’m telling you:
You don’t even know what I'm thinking when I scream, "I feel like I'm sinking!"
Come upon these sands, my bosom for a coward
(How may I place your call today?)
And if you loved me so, you’d buy me fucking flowers
(Who is God can I get His number? If he's fake, that’s really a bummer!)

You have a problem with how I feel? You don’t even get my ordeal, like I'm telling you:
You don’t even know how I'm feeling
When I tell ya, I'll send ya reeling!
Come upon these sands, my bosom for a liar

Like the stars, ever bright, in the wrong, in the right,
In these fits, in our fights, oh I know that I’m broken, but broken is alright with me
Is that fine?
Because baby, I know that we’re praying for something

But lately you’re making me feel like you’re making me feel like you’re making feel you’ve put one over on me—am I free?

(Oh my God, dear, I am on fire—oh God, dear, I am on fire!)

Yeah, I know that you’re broken, I’ve said that I’m sorry
If doctors won’t fix it, I wouldn’t worry
But baby I'm begging you, come for the pardon
And stay for the omens, and toast to the hopeless
The table I’ve set is set on my destruction
One day, we’ll lay waste to the land of the waking
And all will be broken, when broken is alright with me.