If stealing your time is equivalent to touching your expensive mines
I'd love to repeat the steps with a thousand rhymes
You, spelling my name front and backwards
While we are doing the same dance of the acrobats
Show me your fountain of youth, a hard-to-reach one.
Shower me the medicine all your travelers are waiting for.
And I'd love to drown in the whiteness of your chocolates.
You are the chef who will enjoy dew of the pistils from my flowers
And I am your worshiper who will kneel at your foot.
For I will not stand until there's a smile on your face
A sign that I am forgiven for being naughty and making haughty mistakes.