lust amidst the darkness

and I wonder
where you wander
when the day is done
(where you have your fun)?

and I wonder
while you pander
would I gamble
on our love?

and I wonder
as I shudder
is there such a thing
as blood?

and I wonder
as you thunder
are my dreams
all made of mud?

("doo, dodoo,
doo, doo, dodoo...")

have I squandered
what was rendered
when our young lust
turned to boil?

have I buried
what we carried
past the dumb trust
of this coil?

have I tarried
since we've married?
placed my seed
within bad soil?

have I reached the end
of emptiness?
am I nothing but
your foil?

("doo, dodoo,
doo, doo, dodoo...")