There is only one person
In this whole universe
Who can make my blood boil
My heart is a mistempered weapon
There is only one person
In this whole universe
I can hit with no preconception
She makes me a short-tempered man
There is a smell of Fornication
In my bed tonight
Covered by a heavy deodorant
Yet no suppression strongly radiating
But she has gone a visiting
To a faraway relative
Yet there is only one person
I can really hit this whole universe