Lock me up sweetheart,
So I do you no harm.
Shackle my arm
To your arm.

Fit them tightly, too,
And be sure our flesh rips.
So my blood drips
To your blood drips.

Ogle our bloodline;
Our halcyon trickle.
Proof I’m not fickle,
And you are not fickle.

Lock us up sweetheart,
And in our asylum
I’ll be your elysium.
Be my elysium.