Amazing Vanishing Conquest

I like you, I like you, I like you so much
I’d love to know you, to know you well

When can we meet?
Are you available next week?
 [bad word]  the wait sucks
it sucks it sucks

‘Cos I like you I like you
I like you so much
I need to meet you
to meet you

And oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
This will probably turn cold
still we go, we go go go

This is what it is
What poets try to profess
And what it is
The gods are jealous

This is what it is
I must confess
an amazing vanishing conquest

It punches me in the senses
this yearning I’m enduring
just kills those pretenses

Don’t think I overstate it;
it’s a million needles in my soul
When I’m satiated
I might appreciate it

You’re like a honey shower
black cat eyeliner
This is the hour
the hour

I like you, I like you, I like you so much
I need to meet you, to meet you

And oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
This will probably turn cold
still we go, we go go go

This is what it is
What poets try to possess
and what it is
The gods are zealots

This is what it is
I must confess
an amazing vanishing conquest