Leopards prowl the studios of the Duc de Berry's great chateau. Where Cocteau's beast rehearses Beauty's rape. Lewis Carroll marks his diary with a small white stone.
From microworld to microworld. Never knew which way the wind was blowing. From pretty girl to pretty girl. None of them had any way of knowing. . There were others in my life.
I like you, and I'd like you to like me to like you. But I don't need you. Don't need you to want me to like you. Because if you didn't like me. I would still like you, you see.