I snarl, I hiss, how can ignorance be compared to bliss?
I spark, I fizz for the lady who knows what time it is,
I cheer, I rave for the virtue I’m too late to save,
The sadder but wiser girl for me!
'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word, and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night,
And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves.
This is our last dance.