He aims to express love like a bullet train
A punctual, smooth ride like forecast, winter rain
What’s love got to do with life’s journey for that reason
The heart can stop from such electrifying strain
To make a slave of this checkmated queen
And whip her into submission with his pacifier cane
Her crime is being this vane without having to wear a crown
Her punishment for wearing jeans with that gene
His strong impression will remain
He took her underground into his domain
As they shared a coach and a glass of wine
Through a dark tunnel downtown
Her composure still to regain
From a rollercoaster gone insane
And remove his superficial stain from her loin
He’s on schedule, can’t stop the love train