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.