Hooking up with you is like hooking up with a unicorn; your milky muscled haunches and your gleaming horn. You've got pearls in your eyelashes and dew in your beard. You are a mythical beast, rarely seen, oft revered. You swish your flossy mane through the ferny glen, and in a flash of light and sound, I am alone again. I should have listened when they said unicorns were phony. Why can't I be content with a normal pony?

Chasing after you is like chasing after a leprechaun: I'm tromping through the grasses 'till the break of dawn. I know there could be gold for me behind your grin, just as I know the red bristles that decorate your chin. But you turn me to stone like some magic gnome when you're leaving from the party and I can't follow you home. Sometimes I dream you're still holding me in your arms. I'm just another stupid kid who's fallen for your lucky charms.

I hoped you were the last of some mystic race. I hoped there were still rainbows for us to chase. But you're just a human being. You say you don't want to hurt my feelings, and magick is a risk we cannot take, but I still quake for you, cos

Hooking up with you is like hooking up with a unicorn; your milky muscled haunches and your gleaming horn. You've got pearls in your eyelashes and dew in your beard. You are a mythical beast, rarely seen, oft revered. You've got your glittering hooves in my crystal cave, but I know you are no unicorn, you're just a guy named Dave. And who believes in unicorns anyway, these days? Who could believe in a unicorn anyway?