A mind is a fancy thing
That blindly believes it is right,
That suffocates your instincts,
And shuns your heart's delights.
...
She smiles so pretty!
But it's easy to see
I'm smitten with her,
And she's playing with me.
...
A Mind
A mind is a fancy thing
That blindly believes it is right,
That suffocates your instincts,
And shuns your heart's delights.
A mind is a fancy thing
Brilliant, calculating, cold;
It will watch a beautiful creature dance,
And find mistakes to scold.
A mind is a fancy thing
That cannot stand to dream
Who shatters all ambition
With a deafening mouthless scream.
And if I dared to love
A face I've only seen,
Ha! my mind would laugh,
Because a mind is a fancy thing.