The wanting is in the canting
Without canting, the wanting dissolves
Having the it kills the wanting
When wanting is dead
I want to move on
I’ve wanted, I got
Nothing else to do
Is there a way of wanting what you have I wonder
I suppose it would have to be a chameleon
It, the thing you want, should change
Then you could want it forever
And because his changing he will be main
Bebe, could you always be new?
So I won’t bore of you.
Really, I love you true.