The love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me Then I'd know the force with which she adored me The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares When I wake up in screams, that's how I know that I really care I must await the swing of the scorpion's tail All my impatient advances come to no avail Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings Pick it up, try it, get tired of it, rewind I'm so tired of being wasted, just chasing the same old thing I want to get hit by a big thing, come take me, change me I must await the swing of the scorpion's tail All my impatient advances come to no avail Little pinches and pokes, they don't mean a thing Compared to a true arrival and the shock that it brings