I tease and then I joke..
And then I vanish
in a cloud of smoke..
Only to reappear again
through crooked innuendos..
Through forbidden fantasies
that haunt your guilty dreams.

Yay, life is strange,
dearly beloved stranger..
that much we know,
that much is evident to us,
it is a truth we feel…
But human folly amplifies that truth
and somehow manages
to make our lives much stranger still.

In any case,
if sweet and bitter torment
is the flavor for which you look..
Then sweet and bitter torment is the flavor
that hell’s kitchen shall cook.

I joke and then I jest..
And then I vanish from your memory..
Then I am indistinguishable..
Then I become just like the rest.