Perversity, lust, decadence  Mankind's prior frustration  My mind hardly can comprehend  Mating the sole destination    This decline of romanticism  I do regret indeed  Replaced by forms of fetishism  It makes my heart bleed    Born in a wrong century  A label that I gladly wear  For there should be room for mystery  And to touch a soulmate's hair    Eroticism a fine form of art  But why share it with the world  For I care for matters of the heart  In this 21st century world    This decline of romanticism  I do regret indeed  Replaced by forms of fetishism  It makes my heart bleed    Born in a wrong century  A label that I gladly wear  For there should be room for mystery  And to touch a soulmate's hair    And to touch a soulmate's hair    And to touch a soulmate's hair