The Apemen The Bride And The Butterfly

Look at the men
The supermen
They turn to King Kong in the end
Look at their hands
Caressing yours
You have a monkey on your bed…
I know you hold off alll the books of Darwin modern — ancient lore
You had to wait, Darling, 'til midnight to find out dick was too fast for love
You wanna go to Heaven, but you cannot fix the sun
Sometimes you ask: Why do I like the guys?
Love is the way you want it, but not in the way they try
I know you tried to find some kind of handsome butterfly
«The difference between you and I is that one day I will fly»
So you caught him when he caught you
You pinned him like an entomologist
«You wanna go to Heaven? Baby you’re trapped in your cocoon !»
Sometimes you feel you’re just hanging around
Why did you have to crucify?
You act in love like enomologists
Love is the way he wants it
But not in the way you try
You had a strange dream late at night
You’re flying like a moth
You think about this poor Jesus-Christ
Who died upon the cross…