I got this be sting walkin’ 53rd and Oracle. Woo! Tell me what the stars say! Seance psychology is trickin’ me to make-believe in him. I make-believe in her. Holy moment, Marina, mold it. I couldn’t help it. I was too alive. And my skeleton, my heavy skeleton, was lifted away. Zoom! The tension of this taut bow is pointed at me, is heartbeat increase. And when I lean, your pulled back threat seduces me. Let’s sing! Let’s circle around the globe! Go! But don’t let go! Oh, true! Girl, you’re too cool. God is too cool, for me. Oh, true! Girl, you’re too cruel. And God is too cruel, for me. Maybe I’m not meant to mother, or love another.