Indulge me for a second, please.

I dreamt about you last night
And I fell out of bed twice
You can pin and mount me like a butterfly
But "take me to the haven of your bed"
Was something that you never said
Two lumps, please
You're the bee's knees
But so am I

It starts out irresistibly sexy, switches to sad, and immediately becomes completely incomprehensible (though perhaps not to Morrissey himself).

It reminds me that I am afraid to re-read Jitterbug Perfume because I worry that it won't be as sexy the second time.

Well. Enough of that nonsense.