We're in the dark days of usFebruary feverI'm running a hundred degreesMy temper turns to ashFeel sparkling slowlyBut surely as the first freezeAnd I've known a few menTo have professed their love of meIn cars and bars and bedsBut never have I returned decreeYou're my AchillesWe're in the home stretch of usYou bow out politelyI finish alongI stay jokingWhat was it?Make a case it's not meAnd convict myself anywayAnd I'mI've known a few menTo have asked for my handIn songs and gestures grandBut she has been mineSince the dawn of manShe's caroling with megone againI'm howling at the moondragging myself through Junejust to make it to the baron the cornerI don't lose it frequentlyand it's alright if she escapes memade it out by the skin of my teethfell so fast thought I'd never leaveyou're my Achillesyou're my Achilles