Chicken wings, and diamond rings--there's anything I'd give to you.
I'd ride a tiger, walk a wire--wall to wall--yes, all for you.
And if you asked I'd wear an iron mask. Oh! I'd chew glass for you.
All for you . . . Pick a cloud, I'll fly--I'd drink the ocean dry for you.
If love is really blind, I'd pluck out both my eyes for you.
There's nothing I wouldn't try for you . . .
(And still you say you love me as you pull the screens
and pump the morphine and I'll float up like a little ball.
And maybe you think I'm not listening as you scream and scream--
but rest assured, I hear every word!)
