Love

I don't think that I've ever known it Maybe cause I was never shown it Is it a fluttery feeling Does it come from a sexual healing Does it pick on only the rich Those who can afford Abercrombie and Fitch Or does it ever settle for less Those whose lives are a complete mess Always wanting And never having Getting it the "wrong way" Is always a bad thing Maybe it comes in that little jewellery box You know the one under the wrist held clocks Well yes if you give that to me I'll surely love you But when the silver tarnishes What am I left to do This love was built on a material lust Never once had we mentioned trust The heavy necklaces overcrowding my bust They seemed to give me such a crazy rush But the chains have withered away I'm not sure how to say The words I feel inside myself Not for you but the outer wealth So I'll say it again Lets not pretend That we know what it means Lets make our own scenes Not following the norm Or any specific form Lets lust each others embrace And the love will fall in place