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