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 how I know that I really care (I believe in love) But I must await the swing of the scorpion's tail For all my impatient advances come to no avail Little pinches and pokes They don't mean a thing Compared to a true rival and the shock that it brings 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 how I know that I really care Her arms approach at violent speeds From angles which I cannot see And that, that is love to me.