What care I for shining tresses,
Long, dark rivers flowing free?
Oh, I’ve got a knack for swimming,
But only in the open sea.
What care I for eyes that sparkle,
Precious gems that tempt the soul?
I’ve an eye for glinting riches,
But a love for eyes like coal.
What care I for boundless beauty,
Endless grace or sweetened smiles?
Oh, I’ve got a taste for sugar—
But only from your lips to mine.
Oh, the world’s a place of beauty,
And the heart’s a fevered eye;
Like’s a word I use for pretty—
But Love—to only you applies.
