I’m sick of being a butterfly
from flower to flower, to give it a go
sipping on pollen, not thirsty enough.
And I admit them flowers are pretty
But their nectar is not addictive.
That’s why I never stay for too long.
Cause I don’t wanna force love
I just wanna find my rose
The one I’d feel passion for
And he’d give me the purest pleasure
when he embraces me with his petals.
Just the way I breath in inside a rose to inhale its fragance
so pleasurable sensations he’d bring to my mind.
He would have a lovely face, so nice to look at
It would make me feel desire just with a glance.
Cause there are many flowers which are pleasant to the eye
They are nice to contemplate, but I don’t feel appetite…
I guess it’s just that I haven’t found my type
I aspire to the most intense emotion
an indescribable magnetic attraction.
I cannot ignore my intuition
I should let my body make the decision
Cause I want the highest tension
I want the very best flavour
I don’t want a blue prince
cause I know they don’t exist
I only want to fulfil my needs
I just want a gorgeous rose I can’t resist.
This doesn’t mean you’re not good enough for me
I know I have many reasons to stay
But I choose to love with the heart, not the brain.
And I just don’t feel the magic sparks that I need.
Maybe it was Cupid didn’t play any of his tricks.
It’s not your fault if the magic isn’t there
The natural chemicals of attraction can’t be explained
Call me superficial, call me what you like
it’s true that I might fall in love with faces
But I’m also seduced by a sensitive mind
It’s the mix of both what fills up my senses
Would I ever find my rose?
Would that boy be my rose?
If he is I just will know
Will I end up all alone?
You can say my expectation’s are too high
That I am going to end up alone in life,
Yes, being too demanding can lead me to this
But I would rather be brave and take the risk,
Cause I’m not gonna give another tasteless kiss
Anyway, if I end up lonely with 60 cats, I wilI keep
fantasizing with my angel of lust in my dreams.