i think of your flaws and they turn me on
no faux pas, i think of everything wrong, it turns me on
i feel the burns, i hear the birds, speak the words
i yearn, ask for no return, sit back, relax and learn
talk to me stern, smack me and make it firm, like i deserve
‘cause i see no wrong and if you hear me at dawn
and i'm speaking in tongues, don't strike the drums
don't pull the gun, call upon the sons
us, the ones, who sing the song as we strike the gong
you don't know what comes along
you don't know a swan
you only know what's drawn
you don't know the beauty of a frog
the joy of a hog
an average john
you don't know what's good until it's gone