oh' to be loved like i love gets me wondering what an ecstacy swinging my head around in craze hand in hand with my rapturist will it taste like cigarettes burning the lengthened lungs but warm on lips or like strawberries wrenching my throat in sourness behind which chocolate sweeps mess of bitterly balancing sour and sweet hypnotized with your taste left on me oh to be loved like i love will it rip me off my own thoughts and heave my identity or beautify my entity oh to be loved like you , ah to love like me a whim of mine or an illusion i fancy to you be me to me be you to us be a world of rationality what a destined fortune to be rii what a woe to be me