Nectar, bittersweet, exists before my reach
Out of range of tongue and teeth
Every moment fleeting
Midnight's frost retreating
Yields fruit with budding leaves where fingertips meet
Watch me mark my prey
Short hair, green eyes, and I'm dying to be inside
With half a mind to show you myself
Take small regard for my own health
For example, I realize I don't slow down much
Oh, no, no
When the time is right baby
(Round and round and round and round and round and round)