Lyrics:

Does it diminish your
super-capacity to love

Walk like a matador
don't be chicken-shit
and turn breezes into rivulets
flamenco-sweep the air
and weave the sun
and stamp your feet for everyone

Does it exhibit your
natural tendency to hate

Maybe a prostitute
could teach you
how to take a compliment

Maybe I'll go to New York
I'll drag you there
you said 'no one drags me anywhere'

Does it diminish your
super-capacity to love